Fortunately, Dino doesn't really give a fuck, but he'd also be a responsible adult if the driving situation got bad. He's not that stupid, even if he is feeling a little reckless. He holds on, though not as tightly as one might expect. Somehow he feels like he's done this before, been on a motorcycle and felt the wind rushing by, the freedom of the countryside.

When they park, Dino hops off neatly, taking the helmet off and taking time to hopefully muss his hair back into perfect shape.

"Nice driving."