[... He looks like he's not sure if he's going to regret this. But it's already been said, so... he gestures at some of the equipment that's been prepared.]
How about this? You sit behind me. I'll show you how it works. Then, if you think you can handle it, you can drive us back.
[That way, he only has to refuel one of these again. Kim secures a helmet over his own head and sits. Cecile scoots over to let him grip the handlebar.]
Alright. I shall learn from the master of the trade! A most exciting opportunity.
[He's definitely trying to keep his giddiness tamped down a bit, but he's moving to throw his leg over and sit directly behind the man. Irene is in crow form at his shoulder, so she won't be left behind.]
Feet inside the foot rail -- don't let your legs hang out.
[He then leans a little to let him see his grip on the handlebar.]
Right hand thumb controls the gas. Hold it for acceleration, release to slow. Left hand controls the brake. Red button stops the engine in an emergency.
There are handlebars by the rear seat. Hold on to them tightly.
[It's a good thing they're both wearing helmets. Not because these are deadly speeds -- which they are -- but because if not for the built-in visor, the feeling of the freezing air hitting their skin at this speed would probably be very painful.
They run over some uneven ground, and for a few seconds that feel very long, they appear to be floating over the ground instead of running on it.]
[But they slam back down on the ground, kicking up a flurry of snow. Still, Kim looks unfazed, and the vehicle stays fairly stable despite the jump.
Anyway, the lodge is looking very small from where they've zoomed off too, so Kim finally starts letting off the gas and turns them around, so they're not gaining any more distance.]
Okay... looks like I can work with this. You want to try?
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I was thinking I should take one for a short test drive. Get a feel for the steering...
[... Sholmes gets a sideways glance.]
Did you want to try as well?
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.......Could I?
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Grab a helmet.
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Where do I sit?
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How about this? You sit behind me. I'll show you how it works. Then, if you think you can handle it, you can drive us back.
[That way, he only has to refuel one of these again. Kim secures a helmet over his own head and sits. Cecile scoots over to let him grip the handlebar.]
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[He's definitely trying to keep his giddiness tamped down a bit, but he's moving to throw his leg over and sit directly behind the man. Irene is in crow form at his shoulder, so she won't be left behind.]
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[He then leans a little to let him see his grip on the handlebar.]
Right hand thumb controls the gas. Hold it for acceleration, release to slow. Left hand controls the brake. Red button stops the engine in an emergency.
There are handlebars by the rear seat. Hold on to them tightly.
[Because he's starting the engine now, and...]
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1/2 god i love kim so much
[He's nodding with every statement.]
Alright! And handlebars, to hold tight, and-
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[GRASPING ONTO THOSE HANDLEBARS FOR DEAR LIFE, MY GOD]
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[He has to raise his voice to be heard over the roaring engine and the swishing snow.]
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[He will do JUST THAT.]
[He is so Victorian. Nothing has ever moved this fast in his life.]
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[He sounds composed, but there is definitely some excitement in his voice.]
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[i was going to say he doesn't know about horsepower but looks like that was used for steam engines in the 18th century so.]
[anyways he feels like his heart is going to fly out of his head, at this rate. poor Irene is hanging on for dear life]
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My Kineema can do up to 180. I'm curious to see what this can do.
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[SIR]
Just! Do be careful-!!!
[he is having fun but he's still like AHHHHHHHHHHHHH at the moment]
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They run over some uneven ground, and for a few seconds that feel very long, they appear to be floating over the ground instead of running on it.]
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[!!!!!]
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We're...we're flying?!!!
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[But they slam back down on the ground, kicking up a flurry of snow. Still, Kim looks unfazed, and the vehicle stays fairly stable despite the jump.
Anyway, the lodge is looking very small from where they've zoomed off too, so Kim finally starts letting off the gas and turns them around, so they're not gaining any more distance.]
Okay... looks like I can work with this. You want to try?
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[He just slumps forward with a big PHEW.]
My heart feels like it's going one hundred miles a minute-! You're really used to this?
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Somewhat. Back home, the roads aren't so good for high speed driving, and there are speed limits imposed for public safety.
It's a rare opportunity to be able to test a machine's limits. Don't see it much outside of motorcar racing events.
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[Yes, he can understand that. Limited, and then...]
Free, to drive to the stars, if you'd like. [A light smile.] You're really quite passionate about this, aren't you?
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[It's a bit too embarrassing to just come out and say that yes, this is his passion.]
I'm no mechanic, nor a collector of machines... but I am a bit of an enthusiast.
[They've slowed down enough that he can cut the engine and hop off, giving Sholmes room to scooch up into the driver's seat.]
Here -- your turn.
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[Alright, time to move! Irene, poor daemon, is just preening her feathers, still a bit rattled from the experience.]
Let's see...once again, right hand for gas, left hand for brake, red button for...stop, yes?
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