Shaun gave the bike a good look over, stood, and sighed deeply. This was going to take quite a lot of courage, he thought to himself, settling his helmet up on his head. The bike, he observed, was about a third of his body's width, and at the time he had the balance of an elephant on tight rope. Steeling himself, Shaun approached the bike.

"A little small," He commented, awkwardly saddling himself on the space behind Desmond. "Isn't it?"