Yuya tries to grip the sides of the bike more strongly at Pig's go, his fingers digging gently into the bubble. It umbrellas out but doesn't break, keeping them from being hit with the force of the wind.

At first, he's confident in his grip. That's until they go vertical, and Yuya's legs can't hold against gravity pulling against him, but he'll lose the bubble if he grabs the handlebars instead.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!" Yuya drops backwards an inch or two, kicking out and wrapping his legs around the 'neck' of the motorcycle. He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to see what happens if he stops feeling Rita behind him or Lambert around him.