"I've rode. I used to a lot when I moved north and Tom was still in London." Robert liked conversation and would talk about nearly anything.

Robert sighed at the things being thrown through the window between the front and back. "They're always throwing things through the window."

Some of them made a game of drunkenly throwing bottle caps or corks through when they were on a longer driver "You can close it."

Without taking his eyes of the road Robert reached back indicating the latch and which way to pull the sliding glass to close the harassers out. It was bound to happen with one brother in the back and the other in the front. His younger brother would be doing doing same, even now.