Tunnel Run

Dirt hill conquered, time for real engineering. Spotted a coiled green garden hose resting flat against the fence bricks. The loop made an arched tunnel just wide enough for low-profile maneuvers. I lined up the red bike, kicked hard across the grass, and zoomed straight into the green spiral. Smooth riding until my shoulder clipped a rusted brass nozzle resting halfway inside. Bike skidded sideways, but I caught the wall with one hand and rode the drift right back out into the sun. Minor scrape, maximum style.