“Why do you guys think I’m crazy?” Jordon asked laughing. “It wasn’t like I had a choice. That dirt trail ended.”
“But it wasn’t a trail.” Garcia blurted out while he tried to stop laughing. “You must have cleared the end of that short cliff by about 10 feet. It’s a good thing it was very high up.”
“You were luckier you landed in that sand.” Jeff had finally got himself together.
“I wouldn’t call that luck. It broke the key off in the ignition. I’m going to have some work to do when we finally make it home tonight.”
Garcia wiped the tears from his eyes. “Hey man, lucky or not, that was nuts. You didn’t even try to slow down.”
Jordon quit smiling. “To tell you the truth guys, I never saw it coming. If I had, I would have stopped.”
The other two men got quiet. Jeff finally spoke. “You mean you weren’t doing it just to be a little crazy? After all, it is your trademark.”
“Crazy yes, but jumping a short cliff into a sandy river bank is stupid. I could have been killed. I’m just fortunate to only have a few bruises.”
Garcia gave Jordon a quizzical look. “If this was all an accident why were you laughing so hard?”
“I survived. I don’t know. I would say partly out of fear, and relief. I’m just thankful God is looking out for me today.”
Both men shook their heads. Jeff smiled. “What’s that old saying, “God looks after fools and little children?””
“Yeah, something like that. I guess I was a little of both.” Jordon inspected his bike and got back up on it.
Jeff still had a look of concern. “You sure you are good to ride man? I mean, that didn’t shake you up too much or anything?”
“I’m good, but I may slow down a little bit.” With that, Jordon cranked up his motorcycle, did a donut in the sand and popped a short wheelie as he took off and got back on the trail.