Dirt Road Drifting

Dirt Road Drifting The fresh air whizzed through our hair as we drifted around the loose, gravely corner into the neighbor’s drive way where we parked the four-wheeler alongside the long line of cars. The five of us jumped off the dusty wheeler and began to wander around. “Well this is fun!” Luke exclaimed sarcastically. It didn’t take us long to figure that the neighborhood party wasn’t going to be anything spectacular. The parents all sat around the fire drinking and chatting with one another. My older brother Luke, who’s fifteen, 2 years older than me, popped down the tailgate and sat down. The four of us joined him as we tried to brainstorm something to entertain us. Now I don’t know whose idea it was but we managed to get my dad’s truck keys to drive back to the house and grab the go-cart. Luke drove with Uriah and Hadassa, my neighbors, sitting next to him as Austin and I sat on the tail-gate, dragging our feet across the top of the dry dirt road. Now Uriah, who happens to be thirteen, is probably not the smartest kid you will ever meet. He’s home-schooled and doesn’t have the opportunity to hang out much with kids his age. His sister Hadassa is much like him; with maybe a slight bit more common sense as she is one year older. As we pulled up to the house, Austin jumped off and ran over to start up the go-cart engine. Since it could only ride two people, Luke had to drive the truck back with Uriah and Hadassa. “Let’s go!” I yelled to Austin. Austin and I followed behind on the go-cart doing fish tales and kicking up rocks and dust. When we got back to the neighbors I switched over to the four-wheeler with Hadassa and Austin on back. Uriah rode with Luke on the go-cart and we started racing down the dirt roads towards our childhood lake. The four-wheeler went much faster so we arrived there way before them. Bored waiting, we started back up, whipped around, and raced back to find them. By this time it was already dark. We were young and dumb, and