“Yes?”
“Will we get to ride tonight?”
Ben shook his head. “No, but if we have time, I’ll let each of you sit on one before you leave. Makowski’s has a large paved course out back for test drives and practices for this class, which we’ll be doing tomorrow night and Saturday.” He paused and glanced around the room at each student. “How many of you have actually ridden a motorcycle?”
He couldn’t hide his surprise when the only one who raised a hand was the elderly woman.
“That’s great,” he said, giving her a smile. “Did you ride often?”
“My husband, bless his soul, rode all the time,” she offered, sounding like she’d smoked more than her share of cigarettes. “He always wanted me to learn, but I was too scared.”
“What finally prompted you to sign up for the class?” Ben asked.