We were charging at a long couch that was flipped upside down and leaning at an angle that pointed straight up the mountain. What was Bones' plan for this one? Just when the word "ramp" popped into my head, Bones leaned back into my lap and yanked the handlebars up. You've got to be kidding me! He actually was going to try to jump over Sofa Mountain...with me on the back of the Basket Barge.

"Hold on, Lump!" Bones yelled. "We're going for air!" He lifted up the front wheel and pedaled straight up the hard edge of the upside-down couch. We had so much momentum that when we got to the top of the sofa, we soared ten feet through the air. Bones did a fist pump and yelled, "YEE-HAW!"

So much for keeping quiet.

To be fair, if I hadn't been sitting on the back of the Barge, I'm sure Bones would've completely cleared Sofa Mountain, but as it was, we were taken out by a half- moon, plastic-ish orange couch perched at the peek of the pile. The back wheel of the Barge clipped it, sending me flying off the right side and into a leather loveseat with a giant WHOMP!

Bones wasn't so lucky. He went straight over the handlebars and landed hard in between two La-Z-Boy recliners, and his beloved Barge went tumbling down the backside of Sofa Mountain.

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