Inspiration had struck, as it so often did, between the snugly packed shelves of a library. A hard back book lay open on the table serving it's purpose as a shallow disguise. Alexis let her attentions wander through the world beyond the window, twisting strands of pale blond hair around her finger. A wrinkled old man on a simple bicycle caught her eye. He traveled unhindered by the trafic, always pedaling, down the street onto the sidewalk and back again without delay. This was all it took to convince her that she needed some means of independent transportation as well. A flying anything was out of the question, they drew far too much attention. Some motorized land based contraption would suit her fine. She could go out and get one easily enough, with the right help.