We had to make good time.
When I’m on a road trip — any road trip — that’s my first priority, but it was especially true this time around. We had to get there when we planned to get there — if not earlier — and any delays would ruin the whole thing. I thought people understood this; I thought they appreciated the importance of what we were trying to do.
I never should’ve agreed to bring them along.
It started with John; he was familiar. I’d ridden with him before, I figured I could trust him.