"Haven't broken it yet!" he shouts cheerfully as he rights himself, and rubs his hand against his nose. Hm, it's bleeding. But it doesn't hurt enough to be broken! His eyes cross as he tries to look at it, a moment of intentional clowning in an attempt to get Law to lighten up a little.

"Okay, how do I..." he then mutters to himself as he sits crouched all long-limbed and spiderlike, with knees and elbows jutting out at angles as he more cautiously tests the brake and the gas. It jerks again, but less abruptly, and eventually it gets going. Slowly. Because he has absolutely exceeded this thing's weight limit.