Just as I was about to say “go,” Bones came charging out the door with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cheater! He took off at least two seconds early!

As soon as he got out of the door, the uncoordinated buffoon lost all control. He went slamming into the bike rack, knocking over five bikes in his path and landed straight onto one of the handlebars that was sticking up from his bowling ball barrage into the bikes.

I zoomed in with the joystick and got a close-up of Bones’ face. Oh man, right in the cashews! Poor kid was in some serious pain. But honestly, I don’t know what was more painful, his unfortunate fall or my sides from laughing so hard. Reality TV was a snoozefest compared to BonesCam.

I put my headset on so I could record the sounds from the ride and talk to Bones at the same time. I watched Bones adjust his bike seat. He’s got this big, old bike (I call it the Basket Barge) that he bought at a yard sale for $15. It’s got a basket on each side of the back wheel for, get this, his paper route! I think he’s the only kid in America still delivering the newspaper on a bike. He said it helps his Mom pay for his cellphone bill, but I think he does it because he’s got nothing better to do at five-thirty in the morning.

It was obvious that the pressure and pain from the handlebar blast was killing him. He rode out of the apart- ment parking lot over the grass and onto the sidewalk and SLAM!! his tires went from the curb onto the street.

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