Smack! That’s the only way I can describe it. At first I was in the air, and not just one or two feet. I was catching some major air, like ten or twelve feet. But I guess it was too much. My bike flew out of my hands as I turned it sideways and crossed my handlebars. Then I was alone and in the air flying. Well, falling really, just like The Greatest American Hero does every time he tried to land. Only I was no hero. I didn’t get up. Everything in my head went silent and black. The silence was peaceful, like the white noise in the dentist’s office. Then after what felt like an eternity I opened my eyes. My ears began ringing and I could feel my motionless body sprawled out face down on the dirt track. I coughed up a mouthful of dirt. It tasted sweet. For a second there, I actually thought dirt tasted sweet.