"I don't know. Because I've got a sense of self-preservation?" Aidan grinned and sat down next to Terry. "What's wrong with walking? The last time I checked that's what we got feet for."
Fact was that Aidan was quite fascinated with the bike of Terry's but he enjoyed their little banter far too much to admit it. One of these days, though, Aidan would ask Terry to teach him how to drive it. And in contrast to his rather unsuccessful attempts to gather his courage and try flying again, this time Aidan really intended to go through with it. The next time, at least.
"The first drink is on you, the second on me. And in the mean time you can fill me in about what's new in London." He stretched again and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out the cramps in his muscles. "And that," Aidan explained, indicating his back and neck. "That's my old age. I stop doing my katas and my body immediately protests. Next thing I'll be on my way to false teeth and a wig."