—— PERHAPS IT IS melodramatic of him to think that his life has flashed before his eyes, but when an odd contraption zips within mere inches of his person, he is swearing under his breath. it is an odd thing, two wheels and a metal casing that a stranger sat astride as though it were a steed. and though it may be melodramatic, there is little doubt in his mind that had the speeding machine collided with him, it would have meant some serious injury at best.
once the danger whirrs out of sight and he has a moment to catch his breath and calm the racing of his heart, his eyes narrow in frustration. gathering Minerva’s reins in his gloved fist. a stream of curses trickle from his lips as he steps away from the black path on which several other similar machnes seemed to travel.