I breathed slowly. In and out. The sand pressed to my face gently scattered away with my air. The helmet, supposedly the only thing keeping me alive, opened at the slightest movement, split down the left side. I got to my elbows, looking down on the ground for blood but couldn’t see any…yet. I quickly moved my fingers, making sure they were all there and not broken. Check. I pushed up to my knees, brushing the sand off of my black and torn shirt. Now that I was able to take in a good deep breath, I regretted it. My chest pinched with pain at the slightest inhale. Ribs probably. Nothing I haven’t done before. I stood up, looking around at all of the sand, my Suzuki nowhere close. One step, that’s all I have to take to make sure I’ll live at least long enough to walk out here. I lifted my right foot, shifting my weight forward to walk. With a painful pop, my bones in my lower leg snapped in half, collapsing me back down to the sand. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, making the sand sticky and grit against my face. I rolled my head to the other side, looking down the twenty yards of the rest of the bowl instead of up where I fell from. My bike sputtered at the bottom on its side, the hips of it sprinkling the sand on the way down.
No one was around. How was I going to get back…
