![]() ![]() "Corn on the cob," he announced to a chickadee that had just perched itself on the stalk tops high above him. He lifted his chin and closed a hand around it. Then something hard fell through the air and landed on his gut like a light punch. Bits of gravel on the narrow, dirty trail pressed into his bare back.Īs he lay there breathing hard, a crackling sound overhead startled him. He'd landed like a dead beetle, face and legs up to the clear blue sky, buttocks against a cornstalk that blockaded the path. ![]() Dust filled his nostrils as he struggled to suck in air. ![]() The body-jarring landing knocked the wind out of him. He squeezed the brakes and prepared for contact as he felt himself hurled over the handlebars. "Noooo!" he protested as his tires made it around a blind U-turn, and a dead end threatened to imprint itself on his face. Jake Evans gripped the handlebars of his BMX bike tightly and leaned into the sharp curve. ![]()
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