I grabbed my Ridgewood Lacrosse hat, put Stevie’s phone in my pocket, and headed out. I jumped on my bike and started the mad dash to the Ridgewood train station. All I could think was that I was riding in on a last-minute plan set up by the big buffoon, who probably was coming in hotter than me on his Basket Barge.

But when I got to the station, Bones was at the bike rack with the Basket Barge all locked up and ready to roll.

I pulled up to the rack. Our train was already in the station and departing in a couple of minutes. I sat there on my bike because I knew this wasn’t a good idea. We were headed to New York City to see if a blue dot would start flashing. Talk about stupid.

Bones waved at me and yelled, “Lump, let’s go. We’re going to miss the—” TSSSSSSS!!! The airbrakes blasted over Bones’ voice, and all I could do was sit there on my bike.

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