“Were you still in bed?” Meek asked as I ran up to him and his dirt bike.
Panting and out of breath I rested my hands on my knees and tried to get my wind back.
“Dude? Where’s your stuff?” he asked.
I held up a single finger to signal that I needed a minute to recover from having run at my top speed from the house all the way to the park.
“It’s (pant) not (gasp) far.”
Once I had finally got my breath again, I checked out his dirt bike. It wasn’t as big as he had made it sound. Actually, it was on the small side, but it had a nice long seat with one of those old style sissy bars so there was little chance of me falling off the back. Over all, the bike seemed to be nice, but that sissy bar looked completely out of place.