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odd looking vehicle
now, a bright yellow Moped with an almost black and brown rusty
sidecar. It would do though. Anyway, a lick of paint would sort
that out no problem.
    “ That looks…”
Nick began, trying to find the right words as he looked at the
horrid looking thing, “….durable”
    “ You guys look
ready” said Stan, “We’ll fetch the van and we’ll be on our
way”
    The boys all started to walk
away so they could get into the van. I and Lizzie got back onto the
Moped. I don’t know why the thought arrived when it did, but I
suddenly realised that we had no helmets. Lizzie stayed on the bike
as I rushed inside the building. I remembered that out of the
corner of my eye I saw a sports shop, so I headed straight
there.
    The bloke at the counter, who
looked as tired as hell, looked alarmed as he saw me running
towards him. He must have thought I was rushing in to nick
something. He hid behind the counter in fear as I ran over to the
biking section. I grabbed two basic adult helmets, one blue and one
pink. Perfect. I went over to the till, bought the helmets with the
last of my money and ran back outside.
    By the time I arrived at the
bike, my helmet was already securely on my head. I threw the pink
helmet to Lizzie who popped it right on and fastened the straps. As
I climbed back on I saw the boy’s van come around the corner. It
was a small, black, dirty Volkswagen campervan. It was small, so I
could see what the issue was with the new guitar not fitting
inside. The boys looked squashed up as it was with all the amps and
stuff taking up most of the room.
    The Van sped on to take the
lead. Large clouds of smoke came out of the exhaust like a dodgy
car in an old film. I turned the key, kick started the engine,
revved up the engine, let go of the brake and sped off after them
onto the main road.
    “ Aaron?”
Lizzie asked over my shoulder,
    “ What?” I
answered,
    “ Is this trip
always going to be this unpredictable?” she asked,
    “ I guess so” I
replied,
    “ Good” she
said with a giggle, “then I know it’s gonna be fun!”

CHAPTER SEVEN

     
    We weren’t on the road too
long. It was only a couple of miles up the road to the next gig. At
that point it was nearing midnight and Lizzie had already fallen
asleep against my back. She was brave. How anyone could fall sleep
on a motorbike? Even if you’re just riding on the back, how could
you fall asleep? If that was me, I’d keep worrying about what might
happen while I was nodding off. The last thing you want to wake up
to is a nasty crash! At least when you’re awake and you can see the
accident coming, you can prepare yourself for it. If you’re asleep
when it happens you’ll wake up half way through. She was a brave
girl.
    Then again she was brave to
come out with me on this adventure in the first place. She’s
probably the best friend I’d ever have. There will always be that
one friend who will be your mate for life. You might meet them
early in life, in the middle or even towards the end. Nonetheless
they will come. I was lucky to have Lizzie with me. She makes me
feel good. I don’t think I would have had the energy, strength or
bravery to leave St.Ians if it was just me on that bike. I knew
just how lucky I was. So I then knew that it would be best to do
all I can to not lose her. I needed her. Like a lovebird needs
another lovebird. Like the flowers need sunlight. I needed her. She
was so much apart of me that I didn’t know what I’d do without her.
I leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. I smiled before
looking back at the road.
    In front I could see the black
van ahead. The brilliant thing about that van is that with the long
trail of smoke coming out from the exhaust pipe, he was easy to
follow. I could still see the funny little thing shake around as it
drove along. It wasn’t the best van in the world. In fact it was
pretty dire. Then again it served its purpose. When these guys are
finally famous they’ll have all