TAKEN FOR A FOOL ━ bradley bradshaw

The sun-baked desert of Southern California, 2002. Sixteen-year-old Cameron Mejia, newly licensed and utterly fearless, pushed the gas pedal to the floor of her beat-up yellow pickup truck. Beside her, Bradley Bradshaw, her childhood best friend, clung to the door handle, yelling in mock terror as she swerved off the road.
A yellow Cessna, no more than a blot against the blue sky, dipped low over the dusty plain. Cam's eyes, bright with an audacious dream, locked onto it. This was it. The moment of clarity. The desire to fly, to be carried up into the wind, bloomed in her chest.
She killed the engine, snatched her camera, and slammed the door, ignoring Brad's protests. The roar of the Cessna overhead was deafening as she clicked the shutter, capturing the plane against the vast expanse. For the first time, she truly understood the pull of the sky.
But the dream, once seized, quickly brought them back to earth. The truck wouldn't start. Stranded in the desert, under a scorching sun, their only hope arrived on a familiar red Kawasaki motorcycle. Captain Pete Mitchell, Maverick, pulled up, pushing his aviators to the end of his nose. He was the solution to their immediate problem, but for Cameron and Bradley, he was also the harbinger of a much larger, more complex future.
