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Saturday, August 16, 2008

They were just Ray-Bans

“I’ve never heard you scream like such a girl,” Adrian said.

“That’s because I haven’t had a reason to,” I replied. My thighs ached from gripping his waist like a nutcracker. Bile rose in my throat.

A word of advice: Never ride on a waverunner with someone who also drives stock cars. Especially when this particular waverunner is more powerful than many cars.

Adrian laughed maniacally as we raced across the water at 55 miles per hour. He, of course, had the advantage of knowing what he would do next, which way he would jacknife, which wave he would pound into head-on. The poor powerless sap on the back, I had no idea what was coming next.

And so I wrapped my arms around his chest and wished for it to be over. I was legitimately scared.

We made it once around the lake without falling off. As we neared the sandbar where our friends were parked, though, I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I could sense his evil plans.

“Don’t do it,” I pleaded.

Adrian laughed, hit the gas, and cranked the handlebars to the left.

My legs strained to keep balance as we whipped around, my arms pulled Adrian tight, but it wasn’t enough. The momentum threw us off the back and we landed with a graceless splash. I felt my sunglasses brush against my toes on their way toward the bottom of the lake. Adrian dove under and at the last moment saved his from the same fate.

“There goes $200,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” Adrian replied. “Do you want to go back in?”

I sighed. We bobbed in the water.

“No, let’s see what’s on the other side of the lake…. But maybe at a more leisurely pace this time?”

Adrian just laughed.

Posted by Aaron on August 16, 2008 10:23 PM