the smell of gas
a wild wish
inexperienced rider
flops like a fish

he will be bruised
battered
heckled
scarred
he will see the ups and downs of plywood ramps
and piled high dirt yards

and when his blood has dried a thousand times
and the dirt flaked off his fifteenth fractured helmet
he will, in hard earned wisdom, command cool stunts
and collect the claps of an impressed audience
in his ego's vest pocket