Ash On Wheels

Having Ash as a passenger, the risk of getting into an accident skyrockets to about, roughly, a million percent. 

I thought I understood the big risk it was taking her along with me for a ride. After all, I've had her as a passenger before. No biggie.

Except, it seems I've underestimated just how much more bubbly and mirthful Ash would be from blazing down the street with the roar of an engine more vigorous and potent than it's ever been. 

It didn't take much convincing to get her on board with this whole thing either. I mean, it was either this or going around the house hunting for some obscure corner or spot she hadn't already polished to perfection. 

The choice between watching her lively expression or keeping my eyes on the road was a tumultuous struggle of discipline, focus, and ultimately great sacrifice that would go down as a legend that people from eons ahead would sing ballads about in honor of my legacy someday.