You sit down on the minibike, finding it to be a lot more your size than it was before. All these kids seem to thiunk you're a mechanical genius. What harm can it do to try starting the thing up?
Grabbing the pull-rope of the lawnmower engine that powers the minibike, you give it a yank. It pops a couple of times, but doesn't start. Come on! You yank again, harder, and this time the pops turn to a sputter. You play with the throttle, and the motor suddenly catches full and screams up to full throttle! The minibike tears itself out from under you and lauches itself down the street with no rider. Just your luck, a pickup truck comes around the corner just in time to slam into it, and run it over.
The kids all yell and scatter, including your twin brother. The heavy, grungy-looking driver gets out, spits tobacco juice on the ground, and then scowls at you.
"Which one is you? Otis or Ty?"
You are too worried about something else to be concerned about the damage tot he guy's truck. With the minibike wrecked, how do you get back? You may be stuck growing up as trailer trash in the deep south!