theres this motocross boy who always rides behind the golfcourse same as you do. there is a big riding place behind the golfcourse.

you had gotten stuck in the mud on your fourwheeler. so you called your father and you got unstuck, you ride off like nothing ever happened.

the motocross boy was on a hill, watching you jump. his arms propped up on his handle bars and his head following your every move while you jumped hills.

his friend honked at you making you slide to a stop. what do you do?