laughing out loud

Quiet laughter

     One sunny day in summer, myself and two of my friends where going dirt biking in Bragg creek. We loved the sport so much that by the end of the season, our gear was soaked in so much mud and dirt that you could not see any colour on the pants or the jersey. While going down one of the trails, my bike was acting up because it has something in the disk break so i yelled at my friends to stop and they did. As i was fixing my bike, my friends where just sitting and talking about random stuff that i did not really care about. A few minuets passed and i finally fixed my bike, got back on, pumped the kick start with my leg until i heard the comforting grumble of the bike. I fist-pumped the air in pride, and signalled my friends to go ahead so that i don't go first. Our group sailed through the trees, up hills and down Vallie's, it was so much fun until we come upon a vast mud puddle. We stopped, stared and thought about how the heck we are going to get across it. My good friend Alex said, "its not that deep, i just need to go fast and lean back so i will be fine!" The rest of us smiled and got comfortable because we knew that this was not going to end well. Alex turned the bike around to go back a little way to get up his speed for the suicide mission. we sat there listening for him and the sound got louder and louder until he zoomed past us onto the puddle. His front tire sunk almost immediately which shot his back tire up and kicked Alex off. he landed face first into the mud puddle and his bike landed just a foot beside of him. The rest of us who where watching where laughing so hard that no sound came out of us. Alex was covered with thick mud and was taking off his helmet which was also full to the brim of mud. When he finally got it off of his head, the mud slopped out of it, this made the rest of us laugh even harder and to start to cry. Alex gave us a death look but soon broke out into laughter.