Hot Humid Night

On a humid June night, I decided to go for a ride after putting a brand new pipe on my brother’s four-wheeler. I took off on the four-wheeler traveling down the road for a soda. My best friend, Jim was following me in the truck to check how fast I was going.

I was driving down county road 70 as I got to the end; I came to a stop to ask Jim how fast did I go. He said “you hit 75mph strait and 80 going down hills”. Then I tossed Jim my helmet and said it is way hot for this sweat box. Then Jim took off down the road and I road the ditch.

I crossed the road to get over to the bridge; I started driving in the cat walk. As I was driving through

I slid in to the one side of the wall, witch broke the tie rod. I went slamming back and forth between the walls of the bridge. Next thing the wheeler cocked side ways in the bridge and I went flying. I hit the ground so hard it knocked me out cold.

I was out for one hour and half, then I woke up and walk down busy road all covered in blood no one stopped to help me. I got