“Do you want some jerky?” I ask nonchalantly as I pop open the top case. Brenna has been dying to get into it since she saw it at home a couple days ago. She grabs a few big hunks and settles atop a yellow painted fence where she can watch both marina and road.
“How’d that bike do?” I ask when Jeremy arrives. That was his first stint with it off asphalt.
“Great!” he answers.