Race

The teen’s dirt bike kicked up gravel from the asphalt. “25,” he said, then looked down the street. “No one around. Go, go, go.”

The sound of feet smashing pedals and gears whirring, then a second kid skirted around the bend and came to a stop with a crunch of the dirt, leaving long brake marks behind him. “Dammit,” the second said. “26.”       

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