Hans pulled around the corner, driving a German-issue motorcycle with sidecar. He had a combat helmet on his head, and his long green officer's coat over a suit. That he looked somewhat ridiculous in this getup had not occurred to him. He'd been somewhat moody about riding the cycle again - but once he'd hit the open road, he'd remembered all the things he'd loved about it.
A wide smile was on his face as he pulled up to park in front of the theater.