Uber-man dropped them at the Segway rental from the train station. Jib and Tag had been studying Segway touring routes for NYC; the map was criss-crossed in varying-colored neon highlighters.
Jib spied a pub a few doors down. “Tag, let’s have one for the road first, shall we, and chit-chat the locals for any tips.”
Jib, who never knew when to quit, was on his fifth pint of Magners when Tag said, “Let’s go.”
Jib mounted his two-wheeled steed and saw a wide open range of concrete.
“Yee-haw!,” he hooted as he leaned forward full throttle.
He never felt a thing.
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