“I don’t know. Maybe your little bottle rocket stunt made him crash?”
“Really Cal? They’re fucking bottle rockets. What, are you scared of sparklers too?”
“I was mostly joking, man.”
I fired my engine back up.
“But let’s go check on him.”
I raced back up the track from which I came with Calvin tailing me. I stopped when I got to about ¾’s of the way through the course, around where I shot the bottle rockets at Calvin and Roger.
I stopped my four wheeler, killed the engine, and jumped off into the sand.
Three sets of tracks were pushed into the sand below my feet. I followed them up the course until I saw one pair of tracks veer off to the left, towards the ocean.
“So maybe your bottle rocket stunt did fuck him up?” Calvin said flatly.