It sits in the driveway,
as the engine rumbles. As  I
pull it in the backyard, I feel
the sweat drip down my forehead.  The foam in my helmet absorbs
the moisture like the ground does to the rain.
Wearing a black shirt, I am a magnet to heat,
Feeling each ray hit my body.

I flop on my bike, kick it in first, and start it.
The constant rumble grows louder as if
tired of waiting for me to ride.
I speed off, I pull the handle to hard,
which makes me pop a wheelie.
My gut rushes with adrenaline,
as I hope not to fall off.

I ride the bike.
I almost hit the house,
which all I think about then is how long I am going to be grounded.
The satellite dish, as I think of how much TV I will miss.
Run over my dad, and my gut gets tied in a knot,
knowing how mad he’ll be at me.

A few hours later, my muscles
ache and beg me to stop. But,
by then I can ride around the house.
As I do, I feel the wind slide past my skin and
Cool my body off.
Knowing my dad would not be mad at me.
I would not miss TV because I have a dirtbike I love.
However I would still get grounded.