We were living on the Andaman Sea and decided to move a short distance. No taxis were available when it was time to depart, so we decided to see if RC liked riding on a motorcycle.

Mark sat as far forward on the seat as possible, next came RC's carrier, and finally I held up the rear. I had the carrier's strap over my shoulder and one hand tucked inside the carrier reassuring RC while the other held Mark for balance and to add more stability to RC's carrier.

Mark drove as slowly and steadily as possible while maintaining safety. With nothing more than a flimsy carrier between RC and the steel monsters, RC didn't think anything Mark did could protect us from doom.

RC didn't indulge us with his usual yowling concert that he stages when we travel by car. Instead, he purred softly with a tinge of anxiety trying to calm himself. When a huge bus flew by at speed, he jumped to the other end of the carrier and curled into the tightest ball possible. I thought he'd overbalance the carrier, but we had been careful to secure it well. I talked soothingly the entire trip, but my comforting words probably fell on deaf ears.

We arrived without any mishap, but I suspect if RC has his way, it's his last motorcycle ride!