BMX Bravery by Jake Maddox

Author:Jake Maddox [Terrell, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction; Stone Arch Books; Jake Maddox JV; sports & recreation/bicycle motocross; BMX
Publisher: Capstone
Published: 2015-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

FACING FEAR

“Suck it up, Cam,” he said to himself, standing at the lip of the jump, staring at the trail as it wove down the mountain and was swallowed by rocks. “You can do this.”

Cam was Pedro’s only hope. So he took one long, steadying breath, tried to calm his frayed nerves, and made the only logical decision he could.

He retrieved his bike from the jump and carefully wheeled it down into the ravine. When he reached Pedro, he set it down momentarily as he dug another energy bar out of his pack, unstrapped his water bottle from the bike’s frame, and placed both it and his bag next to Pedro.

“You’ll need the supplies more than I will,” he said. “Water, too.”

Pedro didn’t have the strength to argue. He nodded weakly.

Cam placed a hand firmly on his friend’s shoulder and tucked his cell phone into Pedro’s palm. “Keep trying for a signal. Help will be here soon. Okay?”

“Roger that,” Pedro said.

Cam raised a fist. Pedro smiled thinly and bumped it.

Cam walked his bike to the far side of the ravine, and up the slight incline to the other side. There, the trail picked up again. He straddled the bike, strapped on his helmet, and twisted the handlebars nervously.

“Now or never,” he whispered.

Cam took one last look at his friend, pushed off, and began to descend the mountain again.

He immediately felt how steep the trail had become. Despite his best efforts, he found himself moving faster than before. Over a smooth boulder. Bunny-hopping down to the stone floor. Carving around a patch of trees. Over a set of man-made berms.

The path split, separated, and disappeared altogether. Cam alertly followed a groove in the path where other riders had created their own trail. His eyes darted left and right. He squeezed the brakes — but not too hard — to keep from spilling. There was no time to think about his moves. He simply rode one mile, then another. Down a steep hill. Right toward the mountain.

Ahead, a thin, vertical opening was cut in the side of the stone. It loomed ahead like the earth had split in two. Cam barreled toward it. He didn’t dare brake for fear that he’d swerve and crash.

He sailed into the narrow opening, the two cliffs barely a foot away from each of his shoulders. Cam held his breath as he threaded downhill. At the bottom, he saw what looked like another ravine, another jump.

A huge jump.

He squeezed the brakes out of instinct. His back wheel kicked out, struck one side of the cliff. “Oh no!” he shouted, his voice bouncing off the rocks. He released the brake, wrestling with the handlebars, hoping to regain control.

And did.

But there was no time to breathe relief. The jump was approaching. It was enormous, wider than even the triple at the end of Ridge Rider.

There was no time to be afraid.

Cam pedaled hard, leaned low, and hit the jump at full speed.

He rocketed into the air.

It felt like he hung in the sky for a lifetime.

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