Chapter Thirteen: The Most Talked-About Bike Crash
One Hill. One Huffy. One Glorious Flaming Failure.
Fairfax had this one giant hill.
It basically started where the sky ended and dropped straight into the bridge I once tried to blow up. Just beyond that? My apartment. The one above the post office. You couldn’t ask for a better setup if your life revolved around downhill momentum and bad decisions.
My ride? A black Huffy bike. It had pegs on the back and…
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