Bike Tag pt.3

Tag You're 'It'!

John was near the driveway, which gave me enough time to spread out from Aaron.
And Aaron was crossing the yard, soon becomming the first target. We rode kind of slow at first, no one really knowing how to go about the game. But not long after, the pace really picked up.

I scoped the scene.

I looked left, and seen how Aaron was riding out of view, and then right to see John sprinting in a blur towards him. Aaron didn't know what to do. He was beggining to run out of yard. But instead of going out of bounds, and breaking the unspoken rule, he quickly turned back around.

He saw John charging, and how John was much closer than before. Right away, he realized there was no time to speed up. And to avoid a collision, he balanced and angled the bike just right. John, still unsure of how hard he wanted to tag, rode by him.

In the name of the sport, John wanted to keep the game interesting, so he left Aaron behind and went for me. Having just missed, and with his heart even more set on not being 'IT', he peddled faster than when he started. Now at that point, I had been wrapped up in watching those two. So I was caught off gaurd. And Instead of being far away from me, John was way too close.

I dashed to the right. But no sooner than I got up the speed to make a break, he was already behind me and breathing down my neck. I slammed on the brakes. I was hoping he'd pass me by, but he locked his brakes as well, and veered alongside me to the left. We barely escaped crashing. But in the near hit, our peddles touched.

Dink!

I'm not kidding you, just the outside of the pedals tinked together. And that was an official tag.

I was it.

"What was Aaron doing?" I wondered. "I gotta get him next."

He was not too far from me, in the spot him and John last met, and was riding figure eights in order to watch without wrecking in the process. I went into overdrive. I pulled back on my handlebars, lifted the front wheel off the ground, ducked my head down, and winged my elbows out to the side. I had the cranks of that bike spinning as fast as they would go. And I sent him a jolt. He took off like a rabbit for the hayfield, but landed by the dead zone dog area. And Bocephus, our giant, black greyhound who was chained to the area, would have playfully trampled him. So he stopped. And he backed up. But I had him cornered. And I was already aiming for the spot I would hit.

Smash!

I rammed into the back of his front axle.

Continued...