"Hm, wonder why Hetty didn't rent us those," G said with a laugh. "Of course, part of that might also have been because I told her this afternoon was to check feasibility of an idea for training. Taking everyone out as fast as we can go is likely on the list of things to deter Callen from attempting. We're going to be able to legally let these girls fly as fast as we can push them, though, when we get to where we're going."
Sliding astride the second bike, he hooked the backpack with his riding leathers on both shoulders, then just sat for a second, soaking up the feel of the machine beneath him. He'd started thinking about this after talking to Morrow at the barbeque right after they got back from L.A., getting back on a bike. Other than for an op, he hadn't ridden in ages. Not for pleasure. Not since his early days at NCIS, maybe. Once or twice for an op, but when Hetty started giving him cars like his Rapide, there was really no reason not to drive them. Picking up his own helmet, he glanced at his brother. "Don't forget the backpack. The leathers inside are mandatory where we're going. I made Hetty guess your size. But, Hetty's guesses are better than mot people's facts. So, they should fit."
He tucked his head into the helmet. "Not sure if they have ice cream there, but we can always stop on the way back for some," he teased before dropping the visor and walking the bike out of the garage. Again, just to get the feel of her. G waited until they were outside to start her up and until they were off the base to really let her go as he turned her toward New Jersey and their destination. They had two hours or more to go as fast as traffic would allow. But, after, they could really go. And there was food there. So, they could grab lunch or dinner -- whichever was more accurate by the time they decided to stop before heading back to base -- and take some time to talk. Just the two of them away from all the responsibilities that usually kept G from getting to spend the time he wanted to with his brother.