That first ride with Amy was one of the best of his life. He'd always been a loner and his bike was a symbol of his independence. No one rode with him, which is why the helmet had been in storage for so long. He only bought it because at the time he got the bike he’d had a girlfriend of about six weeks and contemplated allowing her to ride on his bike. Luckily, they broke up before that happened. He hadn't really been into her, but he thought he should give the whole boyfriend thing a try.
Now that Amy was in his life, he was realizing why the girlfriend/boyfriend thing hadn’t worked for him in the past. He'd been waiting for her and no one else would do. Somehow, subconsciously, he'd known. He’d been waiting for the girl next door to grow up.