Rodeo laughs at her words, shaking his head and pulling a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket to at least protect his eyes against the grit and dust. He glances over his shoulder at her, then pats his side to indicate that she should hold on. "Alright. You're gonna hold onto me, but you're really holdin' on with your legs. Squeeze 'em and don't let go. You wanna stop, you just start pattin' me and I'll pull over. You ready, sweetheart?"