[color=orange]"Oh so you live in Old Sea Salt Bay. Man those houses are nice. Not too far from the beach either. What I wouldn't give."[/color] remarked Rolo wistfully.

And with that, they were off. The ride down the mountain road, much like the short wooded trail, was much more pleasant during the day. Rolo made sure not to do any drifts around the hairpin turns this time around. A habit that he had to suppress. Corinne wasn't a fan of being involved in crazy stunts after all. 

The roar of the engine did nothing to break the peacefulness of the scenery. The animals in the area seemed to be used to passing vehicles. The clouds parted, revealing some brilliant sunshine. It looked to be an amazing day for a Sunday ride. Rolo was seriously tempted to ask Corinne to ride with him for just a little longer, but he knew that she had a thing she had thing to get to. Which was a shame really, the beach would've been marvellous on a day like that.

Their morning ride through the town of Sea Salt Bay was even more beautiful than their midnight ride. In fact, the little tourist town was at its most beautiful in the mornings and in the evenings. Various shopkeepers and restaurateurs gussied up their places of business. Lugging various goods from delivery trucks and such. The road itself was as busy as small town roads got in the downtown area. There were quite a few cars on the road, though not exactly bumper to bumper traffic. 

At last they reached their destination. At the end of a short ride up of a small hill, on the side of the road, was Corinnes place. The view of the beach and the lighthouse from up there was amazing. Prime real-estate property by anyone's standards. Rolo couldn't help but be impressed. Rolos bike came to a slow and controlled stop next to the curb opposite Corinnes place.

[color=orange]"You live here baby girl!? Talk about swanky. I guess lord fancy pants ain't the only rich kid in town."[/color] remarked Rolo.