After reading some posts about my second-grade class and remembering how many kids were from the Renovah Circle area, I was brought back to those days. I recalled a summer morning when my friend, now passed away, who lived behind me on Wayne Drive, and I decided to ride our bikes through Forest Hills.
That summer, after school had let out, we took off down Wayne Drive toward the school to play in the creek beside Forest Hills School. As was typical for us, our competitiveness kicked in quickly. Each of us began pedaling harder as our speed increased. We turned off Wayne Drive onto Renovah Circle, and as we rounded the curve back toward Wayne Drive, my friend started pulling ahead. He kept looking back and teasing me about being in the losing position in the race.
Halfway between the curve and Wayne Drive, I noticed a parked car right in front of my friend. So, I did what anyone would do while in second place: I pedaled as hard as I could while also talking loudly to keep his attention on me. It worked! As he crashed into the trunk of the car, I passed him. I have to admit that after I saw he wasn’t hurt badly and that his bike was only scratched, I felt a little guilty, but the main thing was that I won. Don’t feel too sorry for him—he paid me back more than once! The bike in the picture is the one I was riding that day, about a year later.
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