Bob Loblaw
Flying towards the finish line, I hit a bump and my front wheel folded like a potato chip.
Flying towards the finish line, I hit a bump and my front wheel folded like a potato chip.
I'd secretly made the ramp higher than agreed, and as I watched my brother's bicycle land on top of him, I realized with growing panic that he was definitely going to tell on me.
When I arrived at the memorial site, I couldn't think of anything witty or poignent to write, so I just carved 'I miss you' into the telephone pole that killed you and went home.
One week after her accident, I saw her again; she didn't recognize me, but I knew she remembered what I'd done for her.