A personal essay by Cameron Cornejo
Faster, Faster,
Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
– Hunter S.
Thompson
Sometimes, I reflect on the days when it was ok to just be me. The
days when there was nothing but the wide open plain to accompany me and my dirt bike in the desert of Nevada.
“Will it be safe to ride today?” my brother whimpers. Paralyzed with fear, he looks up at our father with those grey-blue, sleep filled eyes. He’s young, about 8. For a family that is so active outdoors, he seems to fear a lot of things.
Our father looks out over the subliminal beauty of the desert,
contemplating his youngest son’s question.
“You know,” he replies, more to his wife than to answer the
question, “the desert would be very beautiful if it wasn’t for all these
annoying dirt bikes."