Ghosting Road

The flirtations crescendoed at the final summer party in the city.  Laughter and alcohol led to my first ride on his motorcycle. After he handed me his only helmet he fastened a quilted navy hood under his chin. "To fool the cops".
  Morning brought hangovers and a blistering sun. "Take you home? I'll be outside". From the stoop I could see he wore the helmet and the hood was left for me.
  Oof.