"Yeah, I'd say," Chuck says wryly, that clearly being an understatement. He hasn't ridden a bike since he was a kid, but he still knows perfectly well that there's no way they could ride like this. The motorcycle is far more his speed, something that would be the case even if he were the one driving. "Well, I'm glad. Considering the alternative might be crashing into something and dying out in the middle of nowhere. S'not really how I want to go."

He already has, and he can't think of any better way for it, whatever's happened since. He helped save the goddamn world. It's hard to compare to that.