Demolition Derby

Last year Clay Scinta, Davis George and I came up with a came called Demolition Derby. The object of the game is to hit each other with bikes while the other people are on their bikes. Wecame up with the name because Clay and I went to a Demolition Derby in Indiana. It was in an race car arena. All the cars did was go super fast around the track and hit each other. It was awesome especially when the cars did figure eights. When the cars were done they would bring out trucks and hit each other. Last year one of the trucks caught on fire. That is why we named it Demolition Derby because we run our bikes into each other. Jonathon was knew to it this year, but he caught on quick. Our parents thinks it is the stupidest thing they have ever seen. It is fun to us though.

The first day we were in Florida we started playing Demolition Derby. I started by hitting Jonathon. I T-boned him, it was hilarious because he got really angry. So then he tried to hit me and the game started. When we were playing some people would look at us like we had no common since. One day Clay came out of no where and hit Davis so hard the metal piece on his bike that protects the chain came off. Then Jonathon tried to hit clay, but he couldn't pedel because his medal piece that protects the chains was in the middle of his tire. So Clay and I had to help him bend it back. At night we would alway go for a bike ride on the golf course and when we were riding Clay and I's bike handals got hook together so we crashe and I got a huge cut on my leg and my chain to my bike came off. It took me 30 minutes to put my chain off, and I got greece all over my hand. You couldn;t even see my hands. It took about 20 minutes to the greece off my hands. It was all worth it though.

After Demolition Derby, the last 2 days we decided to try to do stunts with our bike. I was Following Clay on my bike and all of a sudden he disappeared. Then I realiized he went off a 2 foot drop off. So I thought if Clay can do it I can. Then I went off And I did a front flip while holding onto my bike. I landed straight on my back and my bike was hanging over the ledge about to go into the ocean. I tried to go over a big bump with no hands on my handal bars and I fell and I'm preety sure I am going to have a scare on my right arm. After that I was down with doing stupid things with my bike. That night Clay and Jonathon got up on this porch area and started to go down the stairs. They begged so much until I finally did it. Then they convinced me on trying even higher steps. I did it, but i thought I was going to die. Thanfully no one got hurt, and they bike are in one piece.