Later, when the sun was starting to set, I was challenged to another dirtbike race with Ryder. But first, Ryder's girlfriend wanted to go for a ride, so she jumped on the dirtbike behind Ryder, and together they rode away into the sunset. 

I was stuck mixing more gas for my dirtbike, but once I filled up my tank, I also disappeared into the sunset. I rode a mile south, then another half-mile east, and then retraced my tracks. There were no signs of them until I rode back into our neighborhood, and saw them riding over the crest of the hill. I pinned it and passed them like they were standing still on the road. I kept my body low towards the dirtbike as I raced down the other side of the hill, and skidded on my right heel around the bend. Ryder was riding pretty slow with his girlfriend on the back, and I waited so I could ride next to them back home. 

Ryder and I decided to have a second race. It was getting pretty dark by then, but I knew we'd be safe. So, like before, we started at the stop sign, and this time I didn't slow down when we raced down the other side of the hill. I matched Ryder's speed near the bottom, and we slowed down very fast around the bend. We turned around, and Ryder took off without me, so I chased him the whole way home. Ryder's girlfriend was filming us the whole time, and once again, posted me to her social media. 

As we neared the stop sign at the end of the road, I noticed that Ryder wasn't slowing down. I was a bit concerned as I rode up behind him, and then he whiskey-throttled into the ditch. Unlike myself, Ryder wasn't thrown into the air. Of course, Ryder's dirtbike is a four-stroke, so there wasn't much power in first gear to throw him off. Ryder landed on his feet and then fell on his arm, but quickly got up to retrieve his dirtbike. I got off my dirtbike to help, leaving it on its side on the roadside, and a very kind man who was driving by and witnessed the whole thing, pulled over to help us too. However, even with all three of us pushing and pulling, we couldn't get the bike out of the ditch. The rain had made the sand very soft, and made it impossible for us to pull it out of the ditch. Clarke (my siblings' dad), heard about the crash and came over to help. While the four of us did manage to pull the 300 pound dirtbike out of the ditch, it still took us a lot of time and effort. A 5th person stopped to check on us, but we assured her that we were ok. Ryder's dirtbike was spewing gas out of the side, which is never a good sign, but eventually it stopped. The dirtbike started just fine, and I lifted my dirtbike back up and kicked it to life as well. We thanked the man (who's actually a neighbor) for his help, and followed Clarke home for the night. Besides a couple scrapes, Ryder's ok. 

Now that the day is over, I'm very tired. I'll be home tomorrow, and I really don't plan on going anywhere special for a long time. I've had a blast these last few days or so, as I always do when my Canadian siblings come down, but I'm exhausted and I'll definitely feel pretty slow the next few days. But, it was all worth it.

I had fun raising hell with Ryder, teaching Hannah and her friend about horses while they hid behind me, and enjoyed Ryder's girlfriend's company. While I refused to be in any of her videos, except for the ones she took while I was riding, I enjoyed listening to her talk about her career and what she's been able to make of herself. She appreciated my presence during the storms, as Hannah and her friend really appreciated my help with the horses and the floor mats. And Ryder can't wait to raise some hell with me again, and neither can I. Hopefully, the Canadians will stay longer when they come back next year.