The darkness of the overhanging trees blocked the light of the full moon almost completely. Slivers of it could still be seen here and there. But mostly the road was illuminated by the motorcycles headlight alone. Such a road would've looked both ominous and spooky if traversed for the first time. To Rolo, the mountain road still possessed some of that original spookiness. It almost felt like being a vampire hunter and journeying to Draculas castle in the dead of the night. Which wasn't such an inaccurate description though, for lord fancy pants' mansion was on the way. But luckily for them, they weren't going that far. 

The first hairpin turn was coming up. Like any mountain road, this one had many hairpin turns. A sane person would slow down to crawl when making such a turn, but not Rolo. Not a high ranking member of the Salt Bay Turbos. Instead, the maniac sped up a little. 

[color=orange]"Hold on tight Corinne baby!"[/color] Rolo roared over the engine.

As the hairpin turn approached, Rolo slammed on his breaks. He motorcycle began to skid sideways. The tires made a loud screeching noise as the rubber burned. During this manoeuvre, Rolo alternated between breaking and accelerating. And thus the bike continued to skid sideways until it made the hairpin turn. A perfect drift by the master himself. 

[color=orange]"That was awesome!"[/color] roared Rolo.

[color=orange]"You doing alright back there babe?"[/color] asked Rolo.

He never attempted a drift with a passenger before. But Rolo figured that Corinne was petite enough to not throw off the weight of the rider too much. Rolo decided to keep that little factoid to himself though. He didn't want Corinne to,know that he risked her life in order to impress her.