Hunter and Thornton have both taken their shirts off and are standing on the running boards outside the Jeep as we drive, grabbing at leaves and branches to throw at each other while posting on social media. Nick veers to swipe occasional light brush, ensuring they get the full experience.
“Good thing my mom’s not here,” Hunter says. “She wouldn’t let us do this.”
Jessica is more cautious, it’s true, but Hunter may not realize how typical it was for us as kids to ride in the open air in the back of a truck, crazy-coast our bikes down hills with no helmets, and to generally assume we were on our own for whatever injuries we sustained.