[He left the newly-acquired bike at home. Given how much work the thing needed, the likelihood of spending god knew how many hours on the side of the road waiting for a pick-up was high, but it resembled the one he'd tooled around with in India and for that alone, Jack was irrationally fond. The car wasn't much to write home about, a second-hand Honda Civic whose only claim was cleanliness, aside from the neat pile of newsprint and books in the footwell. He drew alongside the bar, the engine running and leaned on the horn just long enough to draw attention from somebody crossing the street.]