PostCards Never Written
Janita Van de Velde
After a few minutes, we realized that we had managed to land ourselves on the main national toll highway between Malaga and Cadiz. This explained the sudden increase in traffic. We were hugging the paved shoulder as the cars ripped past us, inches away from our bodies. The cross winds were so brutal that when my helmet blew off and the neck strap started strangling me, I didnít dare take my arms from around Johnnyís waist to put it back on. All of the people passing us in their cars had to be enjoying the show - two morons, hanging on for dear life to a screaming yellow scooter with Rent-a-Bike scrawled on the side of it in bright red letters.
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