He got up, brushed himself off, wiped the tears from his eyes, and limped back to his new, albeit now banged-up and dented, bike.
As Bob turned himself and the bike to face oncoming traffic, because he was in too much pain to pay attention, he found himself facing a very large 4x4. It looked as if it had no intention of stopping.
With a scream that would rival any cheerleader on any football field, Bob pumped his legs amazingly fast, veered out of the way, and out of oncoming traffic.
Unfortunately, Bob was now slowly rolling downhill. He could apply the breaks, because they seemed to have quit working. And he couldn't slow the pedaling because the chain seemed to have snapped.
Ahead, Bob noticed the highway veered off into two directions: into the pier towards the lake, and into a large subdivision which housed too many college students.
The choice was approaching fast. Which road would he take?
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