The letterbox run...
"Good morn' Master"; "Morning Wyvern - How goes it?"; "Cold, sire - very cold";
"Wyvern, this is Wollongong - we've only had 2 morning frosts in the last 22 years";
"Master, I m a red-blooded dragon, I m always cold b4 entering the fray - please light my fires now."
Open garage door. Ignition. Push Wyvern out 2 get GPS signal and start warm-up. "Thanx muchly Sire".
"Your helmet liner Sir", "Got it", "Earbuds?", "Yes", "Fm radio on?", "Yes".
"How many temp' bars now Wyvern?", "Just 1 sir, my cockles r not yet warmed 2 my needs".
"Wyvern, do we have ample fuel?". "3 bars, my liege." "Plenty".
"Wyvern, I m now secure in the saddle and u have 2 temp' bars. U may now CHARGE!".
"VARoooooom".
"HALT". Check mailbox. "Good fortune Sire?". "Nothing 2day Wyvern".
"Master?". "Yes". "May we actually go somewhere 2moro?".
"Yes, Wyvern, definitely 2moro".