This is what happens, friends, when you race the Wendover 100 National Desert Dirt Bike race and hit a rock: Three days later the orthopedic doctor pulls on one of your four fractured toes until he (the doctor) can't stand it anymore, so he grabs the pliers with the pointy tips and poked those through your toe and lifts with all his might for 20 minutes while your parents and brother ooh and aah at the x-ray image. Then you get to wear a big black boot for six weeks and can't race, play the final games of your freshman year of MC football, or even ride your bike.
You can, however, ride rides at Lagoon! "Frightmares was scary", says Maren, "because we saw a tall guy with long arms and long red hair who went around scaring people." We rode just about everything in big-people land, like Colossus, Jet Star II, THE TRAIN (that was Dad's favorite), and the Samuri. The best was bumper cars and the Tilt-a-HURL! The worst was the $50 Subway lunch deal.
