âBe back by 10!â My fathers voice echos. I stare down at my watch, 9:45. My breathing is rushed and my legs are burning.
âCome on, you got fifteen minutes.â
I keep peddling faster and faster, the handle bars on my bike swinging back and forth.
9:50.
I reach an intersection and screech to a stop. A women in a white beat up truck speeds past, honking, and putting a finger in the air. I roll my eye...