Counter plans
They're called hoverbikes," Machina said, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arm. "Quite fun, they are."
Everything about the strange vehicles looked exactly like a normal bullet bike you'd see zooming down the freeway: a small windshield, silvery handlebars, and a shiny body with a big black leather seat. But the machine ended up with a flat bottom instead of two round wheels.
"I hate to break it to you," Max said, "but somebody, uh, stole the tires."
Machina laughed, a booming roar that bounced off the overhanging branches. "You're a funny little man, you are, Max."
"Are you saying these things fly?" Hana asked.
"Well, I'd hope so, what with them not having wheels and all. Come on," she said while pulling the bike on the end away from the rest, pushing it across the ground.
"There are three. One for me, and two for you kiddies to share. Methinks you'll be better off if ya go in pairs."
"Not me," Feng said. "I go alone."