Bike Tag p.2

Paper- Rock- Scissor.　


No matter how many times the links came off the sprocket, I always put the chain back on. I was never one for giving up, you know. I always tried again.

But one particular day, I said, "I will take a break."

The chain had fell off more than usual, and many times in a row, so I decided to find something else to do instead. I started up a game of football.

I couldn't have come up with a better idea, on a day like that one was. Sure it was summer, but a cool breeze was blowing. And the clouds covered most of the sky. For a good part of the morning, and into the afternoon, the sun had been hiding. And every once in a while, when the timing was right, the sun would peek over a large field of cloud, and shine in from a clear, blue sky, warming us up again.

After the game, we found ourselves hanging out under the big tree. We wanted to catch our breath in the relaxing shade, and take a break from playing.

John started to talk about those Monte Carlos on the other side of the yard. They were my dads' cars. And he planned on fixing them up, but he never got the chance. So they sat beside the house, underneath two light, blue tarps.

"I'll tell you what I would do, if I could fix one up." John said.
"I'd drive it real fast!"

He made like he was holding a steering wheel, and then slammed down an imaginary peddle with the wrong foot.

"Vrooom!" he said, reving up the engine.

After that, he went on to say how he could save up his birthday money and start buying the parts he needed. And how he could get a job, over the summers, and work on it after school. And when he was old enough to get his liscense, that very car would be sitting in the driveway, shinny and new, rip roaring and ready for the road.

While he went on, considering whether or not to race it on a flat track, a long story turned short, as I remembered back on a game I heard about earlier in the week.

Quickly after, Aaron asked out of nowhere, "What do you guys want to do now?"

I answered, "We could play bike tag."

That was exactly what I was remembering.

"What's that?" Aaron asked.
"You just play tag with bikes." I said.
"Okay," Aaron replied, in a way he should have.

John stayed quiet.

Well since noooo one wanted to be 'it'.

We had to play paper-rock-scissors.

"Ok...,"What did I go with last time?" I said under my breath.
"Ahhhh. That's right. I went with paper." I remembered.

I won with paper the last time, but I needed to pick something different for this shoot off.
I knew I had to go with rock, or scissors. And that way they wouldn't catch on to me. I had to be unpredictable.

"I'm ready now. This time it's rock." I'd decided.

We moved closer to each other, put our hands out, and made a fist over top of our hand. And without saying a word we all began.

"One..Two..Three," I counted out loud.

Aaron had Rock
John had Scissors.
And I had Rock.
John was it!

Aaron, otherwise known as 'McSkinny,'-a combination of his middle name, McKinnely, and his skinny body-was close to his bike, so he started riding away immediately.

John, who still up to this point had not officially said yes, was farther off from his bike, and calmly walking over. He was in no hurry to damage his ride.

And I gave a hop-skip towards mine, laying by the tree without a kick stand.

We got on our bikes and started playing.