Daryl gave her a look that basically said 'shut up and stop being a pussy'. He swung his own leg over and slid forward in the seat so there was plenty of room behind him.

"We'll go slow so you can get the hang of it," Daryl drawled out, putting his own helmet on. "You're gonna hang on to me. Hands hooked into my belt, either side, not around my waist. If you need to, you can lay against my back. What you gotta remember is to lean with me. No matter what the bike is doing, you keep your body doing the same thing mine is. Do that, you'll be fine."

After a moment, "When we get close to your house, I'll need you to start pointing out where to go. If you don't want to let go of me, just tap the back of my legs with your foot on which every side you want me to turn. Both legs at once for me to stop. Lightly. I still need 'em to drive."