Advancing into the garage, Goldy nods and stows the helmet under her arm. Her face lights up as she surveys the pristine collection of Japanese superbikes.

"Ooh! Ninjas. Excellent!"

Grinning wildly now, she picks one out, flips the kick stand up and starts to wheel it towards the entrance.

"Come on, Alanna. On you get," she orders excitedly. "This baby's got a top speed of 155 and a standing quarter mile time of 10.55 seconds. We're gonna fly!"