My friends and I loved motorcycles. In fact we rode when ever we got the chance. It was a big thing among the kids in our neighborhood. In fact, a few years back my best friend Jason and his brother Evan talked their grandfather into giving them a few acres of his farm land so they could build a track to ride on. At first their family thought it was crazy, but Evan and Jason were the only grandchildren and if they wanted a few acres, they got it.
We all pitched in, friends, parents, neighbors, everyone. Jason's uncle got in there with a bulldozer and made big mounds and hills. We outlined the track with hay bails and made it real nice and professional looking. It got so popular that even a few AMA riders showed up to ride ever so often. Races were held there on weekends. Hundreds of people came to watch. Jason's grandfather was so surprised how popular motor cross was, that he made it a little business. He charged two dollars a head for spectators, riders got in free. It was a real nice place for us kids to go. Jason's grandfather would say that it was better for us to have a place to go. " It keeps them out of trouble." Which was half true. We still managed to get into some trouble, but not a much.
My brother Jeff came to the track also. Before he got his car, he rode allot too. Now the only time he came back was to hang out and party with his friends. The story was that the older ones came back to watch us younger kids ride, but we knew better than that. Their biggest interest was to park on the other side of the track, in the woods, and drink beer. They thought they were being slick, but all of us younger kids knew what was up. I think it was the seclusion they all liked. Even if a car would come back there, namely a parent or police, you could see them coming for a mile, which gave plenty of time to hide everything. Jason's grandfather and our parents never knew they were drinking beer, and none of us younger kids ever told anyone. Just the words "teens" and "drinking" would have been enough to send half the parents in town into the outer limits. If my father, for one, knew there was drinking going on back there he'd never let us back there again. So we all kept our mouths shut. To tell the truth my friends and I were actually very curious about the whole party thing. So curious in fact that we thought we'd steel a few beers for our own experiments.
One particular afternoon I was riding and I saw my brother and his friends across the track, over in the woods. They were all drinking and laughing and what ever else they did. Well, my friends nominated me to sneak over to the other side and steel a few beers. "Are you nuts."
"Come on Mike, it's your brother."
"Yeah, and about fifty of his friends."
"Come on stop being such a _f_u_c_k_ing old lady."
"All right," I sighed. "I'll do it."
"OK Mike ....don't let us down."
I rode the bike around the track and waved at Jeff when I passed. He returned that by giving me the finger.
I rode on a little further and stopped just past the trees twenty or so feet from the cars and trucks of the older kids, and acted like I had to take a leak. Then once my friends gave me the go ahead, I slipped threw the trees and out the other side by the drivers side of one of the trucks.
I stayed there for a minute or so -- crouched down -- then I peeked over the side carefully. Sitting on the tail gate, overflowing with beer, was a large red cooler. "Jackpot." I thought.
I slipped into the bed of the truck by the cab and laid down on my back. Jeff and his friend Justin were talking about the size of Elizabeth Swensons breasts at the moment, wondering if they were real or not. I wanted to speak up and say yes they were, and I knew because Jason and I saw her naked one day at the pool when she went in the girls bathroom to change into her bathing suit. They were very real indeed. But I had other business to take care of. I had to concentrate on not making any noise.
I slid on my back towards the cooler. I was glad it was full because my arms were only so long. I took one, then two, then three and stuck them in my shirt. Boy were they cold. I was going to get one more, but I was afraid one of them would get thirsty and come for one any minute, so I slid back toward the cab, and carefully slipped, first one leg then the other, over the side and carefully lowered myself to the ground.
"Man," I thought. "That was easy."
I was about to back my way into the bushes when suddenly there was this loud BAM!! I jumped about three feet and whipped around. It was Jeff's other friend, Tyler. He had hit the side of the truck with his fist trying to scare the hell out of me. It worked.
"What are you doing sneaking around here, Mikie." He said with a laugh.
Jeff and Justin stood up and looked over the truck.
"Uhmmmmmmm." I stood there and tried to think, but nothing came to mind, so I did the only thing I could have. I bolted. I was threw the trees and on my bike in a matter of seconds. Tyler ran around the trees, thinking he could head me off threw the track, but he was too slow.
I quickly starting the engine and planted one foot firmly on the ground, and I hit the gas. My back tire spun kicking up the loose dirt from the track about five feet into the air. Tyler and his buddies, who were coming for me, were bombarded with flying dirt. I laughed as they all ran for cover. Then I shot them all the finger and took off around the track. I looked back at one point, expecting to see them right behind me, but they didn't move from the trees.
When I got back to my friends they were all laughing and cheering at what they saw. "I can't believe you did that man. That's like the whole football team over there." Jamie said.
I gave him a smile and pulled the beer bottles out of my shirt and handed them to him. "Here, hide these for a while."
A few minutes later my Brother walked over. I saw him coming and decided it was time for another ride around the track, but just as I was about to get on my motorcycle, he stepped in front of me.
"Move Dick head." I said.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Where's the beer."
"What beer? We don't have any beer." I told him, then I looked back at my friends. "Do you guys have any beer?."
Jeff grabbed my arm suddenly, squeezing as he pulled me up on my toes. I yelled out in pain..."Don't _f_u_c_k_ around all right....I don't need this _s_h_i_t_ today.......where's the _d_a_m_n_ beer!"
"OK, OK. I'll get it."
He released me with a shove.
I walked over to my friends and grabbed one of the beer bottles. My thought was to throw it to him, thinking he'd catch it, but that's not what happened. I tossed it hard, underhand, and watched -- in slow motion -- as it sailed threw the air. Jeff, the dummy, turned and look towards his friends suddenly, and When he looked back........POW. The bottle caught him just below his right eye. He fell backward on the ground with a thud.
My mouth dropped open and I ran over and knelt beside him. He was completely still, his eyes closed. Then I noticed a big bleeding gash under his eye. I thought I killed him.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_, Jeff." I yelled shaking him. "Jeff.....Oh please god....Jeff, wake up"
All of a sudden he did wake up. His eyes shot open and he was looking me right in the eye. I jumped back and scrambled to get to my feet.
"You little _f_u_c_k_er." He yelled getting up quickly.
I ran as fast as I could but he was at my heals. I knew I had to get something between us and fast or he would have killed me. I saw the picnic table and ran around the opposite side. Now face to face I could see the blood running down his cheek. "I didn't mean it!" I pleaded.
"YOU ARE DEAD!" He yelled pointing his finger at me as we circled around the table, and I knew he meant it.
"Come on, it was you're fault...." I insisted.
He placed his hand on the center of the table and kicked his legs over in one swift motion. "I'm going to beat your ass!" He shouted. I ran, but a second later I was knocked to the ground, flat on my face.
I flipped over in a flash holding up my hands ready to block the attack. "I'm sorry......Jeff! I swear!"
He sat on my stomach, pinning me to the ground. He was so heavy I could barely breath. "I'm sorry" I gasped.
He held both my wrists in his one hand and reached up and touched the wound under his eye with the other. When he brought his fingers back and saw the blood, he became even more furious. "What the _f_u_c_k_ do you see?" He yelled holding up his fingers.
I guess I took a little too long to answer him because he raised his hand suddenly as if he were going to give me a good slap.
"It's blood!" I shouted and covered my head with my arms as I expected to get pulverized any second, but the slap never came. I really don't know what held him back. I know I hurt him bad, maybe even broke something. "It's blood, and I'm sorry." I pleaded in a shaky voice, ready to start bawling.
"I ought to take my belt off and give your friends a show they'll never forget." He growled.
Oh god, that would have been a nightmare. "I swear I didn't mean it." I begged him.
To my relief, after a long hard look, he raised himself off of me then got to his feet, leaving me laying in the dirt.
"I want the rest of the god _d_a_m_n_ beer and I want it now!" He demanded as he wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand.
I hit Jason in the leg causing him to move quickly.
"Are you OK?" I asked as I got to my feet. I was genuinely concerned, I mean he was a one hundred and seventy five pound guy who dropped like a sack of dirt. "It was an accident."
"Yeah, well it still _f_u_c_k_ing hurt!" He snapped as he looked back over across the track towards his friends. They saw the whole thing and were waiting for his reaction. "If I get a black eye, it's your ass." he said coldly.
Now he was trying to humiliate me in front of my friends. "I said I was sorry!"
"I don't care how sorry you are!" He said still wiping blood from his cheek.
Jason walked over and gave me the two remaining beers. I handed them over.
Jeff snatched them out of my hands and looked at me in way that reminding me of my father. "Just Stay away from the beer." He said finally.
"All right." I said and watched as he walked away holding one of the ice cold beers up to his eye.
After he was gone Jason spoke. "Shhhheeewwwweeee. I thought he was going to kick your ass."
"I didn't know the idiot was going to turn his head like that. It was an accident."
"I know, I saw, but I still thought he was going to kick your ass."
"So did I." I admitted.
A few minutes later I looked over at Jeff who was now with his friends. Evan took the beers form him and patted him on the back, making him smile.
"Come on Mike." Jason Shouted.
I looked back and noticed most of my friends had their things together to leave. I guess they had enough fun for one day. I agreed. "I'm coming." I said.