The Super Bike

Rusty was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock. It was set for 6:30 in the morning. He was walking out the door and right when he opened it, his best friend Eric was there waiting for him. Rusty quickly ran to the garage and got his bike.

“Race you to the park, oh, and I’m gonna beat you this time,” Eric said in a nervous and cocky way.

“As if, I beat you ninety fo-, wait no ninety-five times in a row, there’s no way you beat me today,” Rusty pointed out while mounting his bike. They raced to the park and as usual Rusty won.

“Make that ninety-six times in a row,” Rusty bragged.

But then…CRASH! Rusty hit the street curb hard and was now laying on the street trying not to cry in front of his friend. “Owwwww,” Rusty cried, with his knee covered in blood. “I wish bikes could jump with a click of a button, it would help so much,” Rusty explained.

“Isn’t your uncle a mechanic?” Eric asked.

“Yeah he is, wait, we should have my uncle help us get my bike to jump,” Rusty suggested. On the way to Rusty’s uncle’s shop, they saw a poster for a bike race. First place prizes were a trophy, a $10,000 check, and a new motorcycle that he could drive when he’s sixteen. Rusty entered the race the moment he saw the poster. The race was in one week.

“Uncle Jerry, where are you?” Rusty shouted.

“Hey Rusty, what do you want?” Jerry asked in a cheerful way.

“We need your help to make my bike jump at the click of a button,” Rusty explained.

“I don’t know about that buddy,” Jerry said while wiping some dust off his pants.

“Please,” Rusty begged cutely.

“Let me hear your idea first, then I’ll think about it,” Jerry compromised.

“We don’t know what to do, that’s why we came to you,” Rusty said innocently.

“Fine, I’ll help you, but I need a motor to build a prototype,” Jerry instructed.

“I can get one for you, my uncle is the owner of a junkyard!” Eric shouted excitedly. Eric arrived at the junkyard in under five minutes but no one was there so he just took the motor and went back to Jerry and Rusty who were thinking of some ideas. “I’m back guys, also why do you need the motor?” Eric asked while handing Jerry the heavy piece.

“I’m gonna hook it up to the bike then I will attach the button to it,” Jerry said while grabbing the wrench.

An hour later, Jerry said nervously, “Done, I’ll try it out.” Right when Jerry pushed the button he went head first into a sign. It was really unlucky that there was a hammer right under him. Then it was extremely unlucky that his…um it’s better not to say, was the part that landed on that hammer. “I’m ok,” Jerry yelled. But he was lying, he was not ok, he was the opposite of ok, don’t believe everything grownups say. He’s gonna need to ice that for at least a week.

While seeing Jerry’s epic fail, Rusty had an idea, and being a kid he had to blurt it out. “What if we made the tires have two layers and when you pushed the button the outer layer would come out and then come in really fast causing the bike to jump,” Rusty explained.

“That’s actually a really good idea Rusty, why didn’t I think of that,” Jerry yelled hurtfully, while lying on the floor.

“Ok, let’s get down, let’s get down to business, we’ve got a million, million, things to do so let’s get down let’s get down to business, sorry I got the song stuck in my head,” Eric awkwardly sang.

“Rusty hand me the wrench,” Jerry asked, finally recovering from…well you know.

Five days later they were finally done; did the building and the testing and Uncle Jerry only got hurt twenty nine times. Rusty cheered while laughing at Jerry.

“Well Rusty, are you gonna test it out?” Jerry asked.

“Heck yeah,” Rusty cheered, hopping on to his improved bike. While he was riding his bike he saw some other kids that he recognized that were also in the race. They looked really good, but Rusty ignored them and went right back to Uncle Jerry and Eric.

“What’s wrong Rusty?” Jerry asked, looking at Rusty’s somewhat scared face.

“I need my bike to be able to teleport,” Rusty said with a frown on his face.

“Why?” asked Eric.

“Because the other kids look really good and I can use teleportation for when I get stuck or I need to boost myself in front of them,” Rusty explained.

Jerry looked at him, from his long brown hair to his old black shoes. “Fine,” Jerry agreed.

“Thank you so much,” Rusty smiled, giving Jerry a hug.

“Now that I know what I’m doing I think I can build it in one day,” Jerry said.

The next day Rusty’s mom shouted loudly from downstairs, “Rusty, wake up. Uncle Jerry needs to talk to you!”

“Coming!” Rusty shouted back. “Hi Uncle Jerry,” Rusty said, grabbing the phone.

“Hey Rusty. I need you to come to my workshop, the bike is ready,” Jerry said cheerfully. “But before you do anything, you need to know a few things,” Jerry paused. “One, the jump button is on the right handle, and the teleportation button is on the left handle. Two, the teleportation will only teleport you from one foot to ten yards. Remember the race is tomorrow,” Jerry informed him.

“Ok good to know, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes,” Rusty responded, hanging up then rushing back to his room. When he got to his room he put on a worn out shirt followed by some black shorts then some black socks while running into the bathroom. Next he brushed his teeth and his hair. Finally going sonic speed to the front door, he put on his shoes, hopped onto his bike, and went to Uncle Jerry’s workshop.

“How did you get here in three minutes? You said about fifteen, plus it takes about seven minutes to get from your house to here,” Jerry said, confused.

Rusty just shrugged. “So you said it was ready,” Rusty said, looking around.

“It is. It’s just in the workshop still, I’ll get it out for you,” Jerry answered, pulling the bike out of the workshop.

“Whoa, thank you so much Uncle Jerry. Can I take it for a spin?” Rusty said in amazement.

“Sure Rusty,” Jerry responded.

Rusty hopped on and saw the other kids. They looked the same as last time. Then Rusty looked back at the road and there was a curb. He pushed the button as fast as he could. Luckily he made it and it worked. Uncle Jerry must have made the wheels spread out like a pancake for 0.2 seconds for safety. Rusty came back super happy and told Eric and Jerry all about it.

“Let’s go get some pizza at Pizza Ranch,” Jerry cheered. “We are going in my car, because your bike can’t hold three people.”

Five minutes later, they arrived at Pizza Ranch. While they walked in Rusty and Eric would not stop talking about what they wanted to get. They wanted pizza, boneless wings, dessert pizza, ice cream, and pop (Sprite was Rusty’s favorite pop). Rusty and Eric ate more than Jerry and they ate faster than him.

“Can we get McDonalds now?” Rusty asked.

“No, we just had Pizza Ranch. Aren’t you full?” Jerry asked Rusty.

“No,” Rusty responded.

“Let’s go home,” Jerry said.

The next day Rusty gave himself a little pep talk when he woke up. He did it in his head of course. Ok Rusty you can do this, you can teleport, jump, and you’re already a great bike rider. I need this prize. I can already hear the crowd roaring, everyone shouting, “Go Rus-”

“Rusty, come downstairs. You’re going to need some breakfast if you want to win the race,” Mom interrupted.

“COMING!” Rusty shouted.

Rusty grabbed his fork and spoon and dug into the cereal and scrambled eggs, which were his favorite. He does sound like a pig when he eats though. UM NUM NUM YUM RIM BRUM. Told you.

Soon the race was about to begin. That was when it got serious. THREE. TWO. ONE. GO. Rusty started off in second place then went to first. Rusty was so happy that he was in first, that he did not see the tree branch. Rusty hit it and fell then went all the way to last place.

Rusty got up and kept riding. All the contestants finished the first lap. There were three laps, which meant two laps left. Good thing it was only twenty five feet to be in first place again. Rusty pushed the teleport button and-WHOOSH, ZAP.

Rusty was in first again and he pushed the jump button right in time. Rusty jumped over the branch and saw another kid trip over it and fall. HA HA. Wait, he should not laugh. He fell too. So instead of saying HA HA out loud Rusty yelled out, “Hey kid, are you OK?”

The boy nodded slowly and gave Rusty a thumbs up and a smile.

Rusty fell back to third place and then lap two was done, one more lap to go. Those kids were fast, but Rusty was faster. Rusty jumped up and down to distract them. Only one of them looked and then he crashed into the wall and ate some dirt. No literally, he landed in dirt and ate it. Perfect. That means Rusty was in second.

Only one more lap and Rusty needed to move up. The kid in front of him was almost at the finish line, but Rusty quickly hit the jump button then the teleport button and that was that. Rusty won, he actually won the $10,000 prize! The kid with second place got a $5000 check, an electric bike, and a medal. The third place kid got a $2500 check, a normal bike, and a badge.

“Mom, dad, I won!” cheered Rusty.

“We know, we saw it all, everyone did, me, your dad, Eric, and Uncle Jerry,” his mom said.

“So can we have a party?” Rusty asked.

“Of course we can,” his dad agreed.

The party had cookies, chocolate cake, friends, a chocolate fountain, and best of all Sprite. We danced till we dropped dead (metaphorically). It was the best. I love my family, my friends, my bike, and most of all, Sprite.

The End. Or is it? Book two coming soon: Time Travel, The Past.