The Great Fall

This story took time when I was 9 years old, my brother was 7, and Greg was 24. We were all pretty young. This story took place in the Joaquin Miller Park. We went out for our first bike rides with our new bikes. I had a little pink bike with white wheels. All around it had colorful flowers. My brother had a guyish bike that was all black. All the way from the wheels to the steering wheel. It had red around the wheel, on the little details, and designs.

So we got to the Joaquin Miller bike trails. We got out the car and my brother and I were ready to take off on our new bikes. Then Greg said, " Alright lets go.'' My brother and I took off.

We all were having fun, racing each other, stopping to take crazy pictures, which we don't have anymore. I remember we stopped at a point were we can see the city right below, we stayed there for a while speechless. It was cool.

We kept going in the the trail. We even went to the places were bikes are not supposed to go. Which were really small trails. Only one person at a time could run. It was sort of like a being on a freeway on a mountain where you keep going around the it just to get to the top or another freeway. There were trees all over it which was really nice the whole park made you feel the scenes of piece and relaxation. A feeling so close to the feeling you get when you give a homeless hungry person some food and they give a true thanks.

So we were on the narrow trails and my brother and I were looking all around. Watching the beauty of nature. We were making jokes as we were going up the trail. Then all of a sudden you hear Greg say, " Its getting bumpy up here." I was being very caution. My brother ignored what my uncle said since he was in the front he stated going faster. All of a sudden my brother came up with a large rock. I was right behind him and saw that his front wheel turned facing the part of the mountain where the hill went down.

Then he kept pedaling and you see him go down to the hill so fast he looked like a ongoing cartoon skit of a kid on a bike going down a steep hill with lines enhancing the velocity that it takes on. Greg and I stopped and watched for a second. Then we realized that he was going to hit a tree so we told him to let go of the bike. He wouldn't let go. We can notice on his face how scared he was even though he was mute all the way down.

Once he hit we realized the fall was around 3minutes long. We were laughing at my brother all his way up. The impact on his face was priceless. It was like he wanted to cry but he wanted to laugh and do it over again all at the same time. After that we went back to the car and left because my brother was kinda in a zombie stage. We never will never forget his priceless face expression and the fall.