R: I got hit with a short post-T5 story idea of MOTORCYCLES.

V: This is less BuTy and more like...VisLer (is that a car brand? it sounds like a car brand).

R: VisLer? But why not TyTra?

V: Because I wanted them to have the same amount of letters and TyTra and TylTra just don't have a good ring. VisLer so does though.

R: I still don't think VisLer is straight-forward enough. It goes against our previous naming style. JoLa, BuTy, CaRo. VisLer ain't right.

V: Because Vis and Ler are straightforward people? Please.

R: *looks into the camera like on The Office* Thinks they know everything.

V: *throws a pie in your face and runs off*

R: WHAT IS THIS, APPLE? I TOLD YOU I PREFER PUMPKIN PIE.

V: WHY WOULD I WASTE PERFECTLY GOOD PUMPKIN PIE?

Two motorcycles tore through the sandy valley floor, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. They swerved past bushes and rocks and other obstacles, even leaping over ones they couldn't avoid in time, as they tried to overtake each other. One pulled ahead, the other hot on its tail, its helmeted driver hunched over and trying to gain ground.

The lead driver took a second to shoot a glance over his shoulder before suddenly veering off to the side. Clearly taken off-guard, his tail swerved to follow, having to take a wider berth and loosing a few feet in his chase.

Speeding after, he glanced around only momentarily when they entered the valley's canyons. The driver ahead of him turned and skidded to a sudden halt as he approached the end of a box canyon, but his follower was clearly prepared, driving around him before pulling to a stop and removing his helmet.

"You okay, Trav?" Tyler Reed asked with a smirk as the man pulled himself out from under his bike.

Yanking off his own helmet, Travis Welker returned the look and righted his motorcycle. "Hey, I might not 'know the terrain' as well as you and Pops do yet, but I had you beat, Reed."

"Ya may have the edge on two wheels," Tyler agreed with a knowing grin, "but you've got nothing on me when it comes to four."

"Wanna bet?" Travis challenged, raising a competitive eyebrow at the tour guide. "Winner gets two weeks offa patrols with Burt."

"Yer on," he responded, starting to jump back on his bike. "I call the Power Wagon."

"I think that's reserved for first back to town," Travis replied, putting his helmet back on as he got back on the motorcycle and kicked on the engine.

In an instant, he was off, Tyler not far behind.

V: Personally, I don't really like Travis in the movie, I think he was written weirdly and annoying, but I like the idea of him and I can so totally see IdeaTravis and Tyler racing each other all the time an schnizz. It's beautiful and I love it.