09-03-2020, 11:29 PM
Chapter 60
After that pleasant up and close experience with our local law enforcement, Steve and I promptly push the karts back into the garage. We are not speaking a word at the moment. My mind is still racing with the events we just endured. My heart is now pounding more than ever. Adrenaline is for some reason late in spiking. I would be happier if it were crashing right now instead.
Dad then tells both of us the yard here really looks a mess. Its been more than two weeks since last being mowed. With so many mowers that seem to slip thru this garage all the time, then maybe one of them could be put to use. Get my drift, guys? No weeds growing in the fence line either. Are we good? I immediately answer back with a, Yes sir! That sounds like a great idea.
So how did the karts feel out there, boys? Huh? Me and Steve just look at each other. Wasnt that a test run to find out how they performed? Well yes sir, it was. They felt very impressive. Dad then asks if we thought there were any issues that might need to be addressed.
Steve and I more or less just shook our heads no. Sir, I was really amazed how well these ran. But is also the first time I have driven anything like this and nothing to really compare to.
So do you think you boys can refrain from any more unnecessary street racing for a while? We both gave the nod, yes sir. Your mom just happens to be at Safeway doing the grocery shopping this afternoon. Since there is no one else home, maybe we can just keep all of this under wraps. Sound like a good plan? Now how about that yard? Sure looks it needs some attention to me.
Steve and I took this as a big hint to get busy with some mandatory child labor. We did our darnedest best and stayed at it for the rest of the day. Steve called home to ask if alright to eat dinner over here. His parents had no argument. So we worked well after dark finishing the yard.
Well I do have to admit, it does look a lot nicer. Considering how many times all of us ride our bikes and everything else we do thru the grass, there are paths worn in. When the grass grows up, it looks much worse. So now, the yard really turned out decent. No chance of it ever making the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, but not too shabby either.
I was surprised to see the evergreen hedge had made some remarkable progress in regrowing the areas that had seen some serious abuse. Just a few years ago with my brothers insistence, I would crash thru this hedge on my bike. The hedge is out at the corner of the house lot where Longhorn comes down and dead ends into Bar-X.
I would get on my bike and start pedaling just fast as I could muster down the hill. Then veer just off the street, thru the yard and crash right into the evergreen bush. It stands about 5 feet tall and 6 by 6 square. The bike would stop abruptly. I would get launched off the bike and thrown over the handle bars, into this bushy hedge head first.
It really wasnt dangerous as it sounded. Seemed I was unbreakable then. If done well, I would get ejected through the other side. The small evergreen branches and leaves or needles were so dense, they would absorb most of the impact and slow me down. I would come out the other side all red and scratched up. It did sting a lot sometimes when I didnt get enough height to clear the lower branches that were much larger tho.
On the last and final run I ever made, the front fork on my bike had finally broken off clean. It had been bent several times before and hammered back already. But no chance of it being repaired this time. It became spare parts. Like my bike, I didnt fare so well on that attempt. Cuts and bruises were the result of this less than stellar act of defiance. Fortunately I found that Schwinn Tiger a few streets over in the trash shortly after this bicycles demise.
So we have the yard just looking short of amazing. So much that the neighbors may even think the house had been sold and someone else moved in. Well maybe not that good, but much better than most anytime I can remember.
After that pleasant up and close experience with our local law enforcement, Steve and I promptly push the karts back into the garage. We are not speaking a word at the moment. My mind is still racing with the events we just endured. My heart is now pounding more than ever. Adrenaline is for some reason late in spiking. I would be happier if it were crashing right now instead.
Dad then tells both of us the yard here really looks a mess. Its been more than two weeks since last being mowed. With so many mowers that seem to slip thru this garage all the time, then maybe one of them could be put to use. Get my drift, guys? No weeds growing in the fence line either. Are we good? I immediately answer back with a, Yes sir! That sounds like a great idea.
So how did the karts feel out there, boys? Huh? Me and Steve just look at each other. Wasnt that a test run to find out how they performed? Well yes sir, it was. They felt very impressive. Dad then asks if we thought there were any issues that might need to be addressed.
Steve and I more or less just shook our heads no. Sir, I was really amazed how well these ran. But is also the first time I have driven anything like this and nothing to really compare to.
So do you think you boys can refrain from any more unnecessary street racing for a while? We both gave the nod, yes sir. Your mom just happens to be at Safeway doing the grocery shopping this afternoon. Since there is no one else home, maybe we can just keep all of this under wraps. Sound like a good plan? Now how about that yard? Sure looks it needs some attention to me.
Steve and I took this as a big hint to get busy with some mandatory child labor. We did our darnedest best and stayed at it for the rest of the day. Steve called home to ask if alright to eat dinner over here. His parents had no argument. So we worked well after dark finishing the yard.
Well I do have to admit, it does look a lot nicer. Considering how many times all of us ride our bikes and everything else we do thru the grass, there are paths worn in. When the grass grows up, it looks much worse. So now, the yard really turned out decent. No chance of it ever making the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, but not too shabby either.
I was surprised to see the evergreen hedge had made some remarkable progress in regrowing the areas that had seen some serious abuse. Just a few years ago with my brothers insistence, I would crash thru this hedge on my bike. The hedge is out at the corner of the house lot where Longhorn comes down and dead ends into Bar-X.
I would get on my bike and start pedaling just fast as I could muster down the hill. Then veer just off the street, thru the yard and crash right into the evergreen bush. It stands about 5 feet tall and 6 by 6 square. The bike would stop abruptly. I would get launched off the bike and thrown over the handle bars, into this bushy hedge head first.
It really wasnt dangerous as it sounded. Seemed I was unbreakable then. If done well, I would get ejected through the other side. The small evergreen branches and leaves or needles were so dense, they would absorb most of the impact and slow me down. I would come out the other side all red and scratched up. It did sting a lot sometimes when I didnt get enough height to clear the lower branches that were much larger tho.
On the last and final run I ever made, the front fork on my bike had finally broken off clean. It had been bent several times before and hammered back already. But no chance of it being repaired this time. It became spare parts. Like my bike, I didnt fare so well on that attempt. Cuts and bruises were the result of this less than stellar act of defiance. Fortunately I found that Schwinn Tiger a few streets over in the trash shortly after this bicycles demise.
So we have the yard just looking short of amazing. So much that the neighbors may even think the house had been sold and someone else moved in. Well maybe not that good, but much better than most anytime I can remember.