Iowa | Thursday FT

A bike, a slick and elegant model was whirring powerfully and speeding towards the soon to be departing shuttle at speeds that would probably get him ticketed if any cops had been around. Even though Jim was several feet off, he knew that bastard Pike was grinning. Knew it and didn't care for once. This was the right decision even if Pike would be smug as hell about it.

( Dismounting, Jim came towards him... )

[NFB, NFI. Taken, once again, from Alan Dean Foster's novelization of the first Star Trek movie. Booooooones!]