Junior Year Box Set

“He needs a leather jacket to go with it,” the mom said.

The girls grabbed one off the rack, and I tried it on. The sleeves were too short. They didn’t have anything that would fit. If the arms were long enough, the jacket was too big.

“We could special order and get everything to fit correctly,” the girl offered.

I looked at Brook, and she nodded.

“If I’m doing this, so are you. I want to see you in tight leathers,” I said and waggled my eyebrows.

She licked her lips and just nodded. When the girl came out, her mom opened up a catalog that might have been four inches thick. I didn’t have time for this. I wanted to ride.

“I’m going to change into the gear so we can ride. Can we pick out clothes later?” I asked.

“You’ll need help getting out of those pants,” the mom said as she followed me into the dressing room.

I figured she was just being a perv, but she was right. Once I got them over my hips and my underwear firmly back in place, she had to peel the leather pants off like it was a snake skin. I ended up lying on the floor while she grabbed the waistband and pulled. They ended up coming off inside out.

When someone does you a solid like that, you learn their name. Ellen and her daughter Betty were the two helping us. Ellen had already seen me in my boxers, so I let her measure me. I put on my motocross pants, and Ellen went out to get my t-shirt from Brook. I finished getting dressed and thought I looked like a big banana in my yellow outfit.

Brook reminded me to get my GoCam. I wasn’t sure I wanted video evidence for my mom to see, but Brook insisted. Betty took us out to the track and showed us the bikes we would be using. They were Yamaha YZ250Fs. They were bigger than what the younger kids were riding. Betty made us run around a short track before she let us loose on the main one. By now, most of the younger kids were done and having snacks and drinks.

I planned to take it easy the first time around, but Brook took off like her butt was on fire. Like a complete dumbass, I followed her. On the track, they had two paths when it came to the bigger jumps. One was flat and safe; the other had the big hills. As we screamed out of the corner, we came upon the first jump. There was a small kid in the safe lane, and Brook braked so she didn’t run him over. I was playing catch-up and came out of the corner to find them bunched up in front of me. I couldn’t get stopped, so I swung into the jump lane. I’m sure that, with practice, I would have known how fast I could take a jump like that and land safely on the next hill. All that came to mind was that I needed speed to get up high enough to land on the other side. I had visions of coming up short and smashing into the other hill. I was pretty sure that would hurt.

I rocketed up the hill and launched into the air. My life flashed before my eyes as my motorcycle took flight. It was apparent that I would outjump the landing hill as I continued to rise from the face of the earth. As I reached the apex of my trajectory, all I could think of was that I didn’t want to be seated as I landed because that would break my tailbone. I wanted my legs to absorb some of the impact, or I would kill myself.

As I rushed toward earth, I made sure my bike was straight and then looked up. To my horror, there was another jump.

“Oh, shit!” I yelled.

I barely touched the ground before I was once again rocketed nearly twenty feet into the air. When I hadn’t died, the little kid inside me came forth.

“Hell! Yes!”

As I came down, I found a turn with an embankment that I found I needed to get the bike around the corner. I made my way around the track, and where the younger kids were seated there was a triple jump. It became clear I was going too fast when I launched over the second jump and landed on the downslope of the third one. Okay, I was hooked. I tried to run the track at full speed for five laps. On the fourth lap, I passed Brook again.

When I finished, I knew two things for certain: the first was that if I did this very much, I would eventually kill myself. The second was I would do this again for sure. I couldn’t wait until I turned 18 and could buy a bike of my own. This was an adrenaline-junkie’s dream come true.

Brook finally came off the track. I was bouncing around with excitement.

“Did you see me?” I asked.

“What were you thinking? You could have killed yourself!” Brook said.

“Yeah, wasn’t it cool?”

“When you launched yourself on the first jump, all I could think of was what was I going to tell your mom.”

“Oh, she can NEVER know!”

“Then when you didn’t die and did the second jump, I figured you’d love it,” she said.

“Yes, but my mom can NEVER know!”

I cringed when Brook got an evil look on her face. I would be her slave forever!