"Huit. Right. Hold up, I think I need to turn around. See you soon!" The squeal of tires and the honking of horns could be heard just before the line went dead as he cut across two lanes to the shoulder and promptly turned around to make it back the eighty feet it took to get to the exit ramp.
A left at the stop sign brought him down the road and to the first of what would likely be several posts advertising the private school. He took a little longer than he should have to get to the front gate, but stopping to carefully charge the anti-mutant graffiti off the second direction sign had been worth it.
And maybe it would make the pretty red-head worry a bit for him. Always a good excuse to get up close and personal with a finely shaped woman.
His Harley could be heard ahead of him as he drove slowly up the drive to the gate.