Donovan avoided thinking about all the buttons and various controls thus far, all splayed out across every inch of the dashboard. Ones that were obviously for radio on the steering wheel, which made Donovan question the priorities of the consumer market. Ones for heat or air conditioning, which he dismissed as unimportant. He'd prefer things more minimal, less distracting. But that's why he rode a bike.
Well, that and he couldn't afford a car. Kyu-Sik would probably be real pissed if he managed to even get a scratch on it, because there really wasn't any way Donovan would be able to pay him back efficiently for the damage. He doubted insurance covered unlicensed drivers. He better be real careful about not running any lights, because Donovan really didn't want to end up in jail.
Playing around with the lever he hadn't noticed until Kyu-Sik mentioned it, Donovan managed to turn the windshield wipers on and then off, then flipped the highbeams on, before finally figuring out the turn signals by the clicking sound and the little arrow flashing near the thing he assumed was measuring his speed. Getting caught up in figuring out what everything did, Donovan barely glanced up in time to see that the road was turning and that he needed to turn the wheel with it.