CHAPTER 14

LIVE LIKE BONES

I'm not sure why, but I jumped on the back of the Barge, knowing full well that Bones had no clue what he was doing. As I dug my heels into the loose metal of the baskets on each side, I couldn't help thinking that the kid's got cancer and the most important thing to him was recording an epic ride through the junkyard. Bones loved a challenge. I would've preferred staying home, playing Fortnite.

     Before I could even get my feet completely set, Bones jammed on the pedals and started cranking them as fast as he could. We wobbled for a few seconds, and I thought we were both going to go down with the Barge, then Bones gained enough speed and straightened us out.

     To get into the junkyard, you first had to bust through a section of the junkyard's chain-link fence that was detached from its post. It was like a screen door. If you didn't have enough speed to bust through it, you got pinned by the prongs of the chain-link and ripped to shreds. This madman entry was one of the main reasons why so few kids even attempted to junk it up.

     Although a little part of me was worried about getting diced up by the fence, the rest of me knew that Bones was just too fast to let that happen, and in a flash—P'PAM- MMM!—we burst through the opening and made it safely into the junkyard. Bones banked hard right, then looked back at me, eyes wide with excitement, and said, "Frozen Alley!"

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