It was okay for the first time in a long time sitting on the back , but then the squirming started. I realized the seat space on Scarlet was a little bit cramped and not comfortable at all. Apparently I am not a good passenger anymore, according to Hub I am trying to drive the bike from back there. My foot was twitching when he was shifting and apparently I was squeezing him when he was clutching, throttling, and braking. Muscle memory is how I explained it to him. The biggest thing for me was that I couldn't see a thing, I am wondering why I was so content on the back 31 years ago. Once you get a taste of the captains seat you somehow don't really want to go back to being the flight crew.
After we arrived home Motorcycle Man told me to go for a rip. Miss Scarlet and I stopped to pose at King George Terrace.
We rounded out the evening with a final trip downtown on the bike to watch fireworks. It was a beautiful evening, the fireworks were spectacular, right over our heads in fact.
Not bad for an iPhone.