Juxtaposition BY: Paul Whalen Kitonis

Leaning into the turn I slingshot out in a spray of dirt as I crank the gas on my dirt bike. 'Beep, beep'. The jump is 50 feet ahead of me. The anticipation of a false flight pumps me up, the wind whipping my hurriedly tied shoelaces against the frame of the metallic beast. 'Beep, beep'. 20 feet and closing, I near the apex of the ramp; I give it a final tug that launches me high …

…and 3 hours later we received a break to pull the pieces on glass out of our arms. "CLEAN THE FUCKING HOUSE"! We used to think the cleaning the house sucked but now it was considered the sweetest chocolate in the box. 4:00a.m. and we were allowed to go to bed. Wet shoes squeaking back to our dorms as I kick off my shoes and collapse on my bed to continue riding my dirt bike.