End Over: A Mountain Biking Story Where The Main Character Should Have Totally Bitten It

Remember those little caplets that would turn intoneeded. Upon arrival Mark also had a bike fork
“dinosaurs” when dropped in water?pressed firmly into his thigh. * * * At the end of
I know of a person who is sort of like thatthe bike ride we went down a final steep section.
(though he didn't have the shape of a dinosaurWe lost enough altitude going down this final slope
after the expansion, and I don't think it was justthat we were able to zoom down it. This section
water that caused this transformation). His namewas  long enough to convince us that we
is Mark. Before about the age of 15 Mark was likecould totally handle flying down it. If it were
the little caplet. He was small for his age. He hadsteeper, I think we would have slowed down
glasses that were about half an inch thick and hismore. But, on this particular hill we just leaned in
hair always seemed to be rather disheveled and aclose to our bikes and felt the air go past us
little greasy. In the middle of his teen-age yearsfaster and faster. Due to our speed we spread
Mark remade himself, apparently as a sheer actout a bit, so that if someone fell there would at
of will. He became incredibly strong, capable,least be the possibility that the person behind
cleanly, and still amazingly nice. Once Markthem could avoid hitting them. Mark was the final
committed to something, he refused to betrayone to come down the hill and we were able to
that commitment. It was this trait that allowedwatch him flicker between the trees on his
him to change his appearance so much. However,descent. He was going fast. Then, Mark and his
in Mark this trait also created a level of honorbike charged behind one particular tree. When he
found in only a rare few.  Betrayal was notappeared on the other side of the tree he was
an option for Mark. He stood up for what heno longer riding his bike. He was sprinting with all
believed. * * * Mountain biking was an excellenthis might and leaning forward like someone who
pastime on the ranch. There were steep slopescouldn't quite keep up with their speed. * * * As it
that made it hard and eventually gave one aworked out Mark had hit a deep pothole in the
sense of accomplishment. There were alsopath. This particular pothole was so deep that it
forests to obscure one's totally embarrassing falls.was able to violently and completely stop his fast
To make things more exciting we would start ourmoving front tire. However, the pothole did not
rides from many different places on the ranch.stop Mark or the rest of Mark's bike. This resulted
Due to the size of the ranch, this meant gettingin Mark and the back end of the mountain bike
places on the ranch with the bikes but withoutgracefully pivoting around the axle in the middle of
riding the bikes. Such an enterprise often entailedthe front tire. Mark pivoted towards the ground
stuffing the bikes into the back of our 1992 fordat the same speed he had been biking. While he
explorer. As much as I liked this car it was notwas looking straight ahead at the seemingly
quite optimal for bike transportation. Since therevertical earth coming at him Mark was somehow
were three of us we could put down only one ofable to do a series of extremely helpful actions.
the back seats. We took off the wheels andMark was able to get is feet out of the clips that
seats of the bikes and stuffed them into theheld them to the pedals of the bike. Then he was
awkwardly shaped space that wrapped aroundable to get his feet up to the height of his
the one backseat. For some unfortunate reasonarmpits and over the handlebars of the bike
Mark always seemed to be the one who sat in(before these same handlebars collided with the
the back next to the bikes. As we bouncedground). From this awkward fetal position Mark
across the ranch the bikes tended to becomewas able to break into a full sprint. A sprint so
rather rambunctious. They would honestly leap afast that few could have sustained in the best of
foot or two into the air when we went over hillscircumstances. This sprint turned out to be just
and come crashing down slightly after thefast enough to prevent him from performing a
explorer itself did. It could be argued that thispainfully unexpected cartwheel. I am not a
was, in large part, a result of the driving stylecompletely ignorant man. I have watched the
employed. However, right now we are focusingOlympics and the world cup. However, this is
on the funny situation in the back seat, not abouthonestly one of the most impressive physical acts
the driver or on determining blame. The fact thatthat I have ever seen. It is so impressive partly
the bikes leapt into the air and moved towardsbecause he did it completely without warning, and
Mark with ruthless force was regrettable.partly because it would have hurt so much if he
However, the real kicker was that when the heapdidn't pull it off. * * * Mark slowed down at the
of metal landed it would lock together. One piecebottom of the hill with his bike far behind him. He
of twisted metal would loop over the next and sostopped and  leaned forward, placing his
forth. This locking prevented Mark from pushinghands on his knees. After looking up the hill at the
away the attacking bikes and over time resultedbikes he looked at us and panted “Looks
in a continual loss of space to the bikes tirelesslike I got back at the bike for the car
invasion. By the time we arrived at our trail-headride”.Thad Guy is a writer from northern
Mark had about half the personal space that heNew Mexico.
stated with and about ¾ of what he