# 1 : Mike

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Mike was on his bike and riding hard.

On the high plains of Texas in the middle sixties there was a whole lot of nothing for miles and miles. Mike had been over much of that nothing within a hundred miles of the little farm town he’d grown up in.

Mike had itchy feet. He didn’t like to be in one place for very long. He also had an old beat up Yamaha Catalina two stroke motorcycle. He liked to ride and that old bike would GO. He also thought that he was pretty much bulletproof and thusly had a poorly developed sense of self preservation.

Mike wasn’t the sharpest spoon in the drawer and he had been known to go off half-cocked…..like now.

The weather had been looking gnarly...and that was fine, it suited him clear down to the floor. A bad storm had blown in and Mike felt the need for speed. The storm only made it better. So he was riding. He’d taken off south heading toward Edmonson and somehow in the wind and dust he’d missed a turn and wound up on a dirt road.

That was OK. Kind of fun actually. He had his goggles on and a bit of grit and sand in his teeth didn’t bother him much.

He’d just spit a bit now and then and keep going….so he did,... kept on going that is. His maniacal cackle of glee followed him in the wind.

A particular bad gust of wind, it was probably blowing at fifty miles per hour or better, kicked up some dust and blinded him for a minute. He missed a turn...again.

Dead end.

He was forced to jump a bar ditch. He and the motorcycle went airborne for a minute and then came screaming down out of the sky. Or so it must have seemed to the jackrabbit that he almost landed on. The rabbit had been hiding under a tumbleweed. The poor rabbit was scared half to death and took off cross country like it had been scalded. Mike saw him go and just naturally, like a beagle, gave chase.

Coool.

Mike discovered that a jack rabbit can run 40 mph. Mike knew that. He’d just looked down at his speedometer to check. He looked up again just in time to see the barbed wire fence appear out of the blowing dust.

He was closing on it fast at a diagonal.

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