Rock Hard

By Josh

We got out our dirtbikes and loaded them into the truck. About an hour later we got to our campsite. It was so dark I couldn't see five feet infront of me. I got into the camper and went to sleep.

We woke up the next morning had breakfast, I took off with Steve and my dad.

We were riding for a while now and it was not fun. I was yelling, "Help help!" We were in 2-inch sand and it was so hard. I hated it. Crash bang!

Soon we got to a very steep hill. I was going down it and my brakes stopped. I went over my front handlebars. I was in slow motion in the air. I was falling slowly closer and closer. I came to the ground. Pop crack! I landed on my hand. It felt so painful it felt like there were thousands of little needle's pearcing my cut up bloody skin on my hand. I looked at my leg it was full of red juicy blood falling off my leg like a waterfall not stopping.

I waited on a rock for about 10 minutes. I limped back on to my crippled bike. I got on. I road it to the bottom of the hill and road it back up the hill. I road home 20 miles back to camp. I got there and I sat in the chair next to the fire. Steve's daughter was there. Not knowing she hit my leg with a burning marshmallow roaster smack dab on my cut. It felt like a hard rock hitting a soft bug it on another rock. Oh it hurt so much.

We left. The next day 5 days I waited to go to the doctors then I finally did with my painful arm. I went to the doctor's office and the doctor said, "Son you got a broken hand." So I found out the ground was rock hard

Also to not ride during or after a rain storm in the valley