I spun around on the pebbles and rode off as fast as I could, hoping I’d escape him – and yet hoping he’d catch me up.
At the first set of traffic lights I saw his car coming up behind me. As he pulled up next to me, the lights immediately switched to green and I was off before he could react. After repeating this cycle another ten times I turned into a car park, killed the engine and removed my helmet.
‘Come on, jump in so we can talk and I’ll drive you back here afterwards,’ he pleaded.
Talk? Yeah, right.
I didn’t have it in me to object any longer, got off the bike and quietly got into his Aston Martin DB9. The silence grew louder and louder between us, only drowned out by the noise from the engine.