Motocross Race Short Story

Motocross Race
It was a summer day. One where the sun was out, but it doesn’t feel like it. You could hear the soft breeze flowing through the air. My dad had gotten tickets to a motocross race. So we walk through the slushy, wet grass over to a white toll booth and hand them our tickets and we get through the gate. My dad and I walk a fair while before there was a decent seat. We found one on the side of the hill where some of the bikes would come through. Then we hear the roar of the engines. Woosh! They are off to the races. One flies past us. Then the whole group. They come back around about a minute later and they stop.
“Wow! That was quick,” my dad says.
“You can still smell the gas!” I say.
“No, that’s beer.” my dad replies.
“Eww!

That’s nasty!” I yell. “Let’s find a better seat.”
So we are walking around and I follow my dad about ten paces behind.This Gator zips past us. Then he stops. We walk right past him. He zooms right past us again, then stops. We walk right past him. Then, a race starts and he starts again. But this time they are watching the race. I feel some rubber come up the back part of my leg and I trip. I look up and they stopped right on my leg.
“Help!” I scream. My dad runs over and pushes the Gator off my leg. Some officials run over to me and all I remember them saying is, “Blood pressure seems normal.” I feel a lot calmer after I hear that.
My dad asks,”Are you alright?” I thought in my head, I didn’t even need to be carried. I could walk just fine. There was no need. But it sure did give me a scare. So I got out of the medical unit and I got a ride in the back of a cop car. It was caged off in the back from the front with a net and the doors in the back were locked.But as we drove back to the grandstands, I thought, that could have been a lot worse. When we went that day, I certainly never expected to be attacked by a Gator. But I was fine and that’s all that mattered.