“Ah crud! Here they come!” Meek said as he opened up the throttle again.
The cops were coming our way. Granted they were still quite far, but they were close enough that we could see their lights, but we
couldn’t hear them over the roar of the dirt bike. They caught up to us pretty darn fast though.
“We’re busted man!”
“No we’re not.” Meek said.
“Dude we are so busted.”
“Stop saying that!”
“Watch out for that…” I shouted when we almost hit a big, green mailbox.
“Hang on!” he said as we took a fast turn.
“You’ve got to lean when I lean!”
“I am!”
“Hey there is a sign for Hogan Pond. Remember us talking about stopping there?” Meek asked.
“Uh, dude! We’re sort of being chased by the cops.”
