She waited, highly amused and resisting the urge to chide him about being on the phone and driving a motorcycle at the same time. Especially if he was on the Thruway. "You're crazy," she eventually accused when he was back, trying hard to stop laughing.
"You're already...good Lord, Remy. Take exit eight, then take a left at the stop sign. There you'll find signs startin' to sprout up. Just follow them an' I'll meet you at the gate."