The Race Across Asia

I was walking home thinking about enjoying a bubble bath in my bathtub with nice watermelon and lemon soap. It sounded like plan to me.

I am John Baj, and I have a decent job of publishing stories for the Daily Gazette, and it is the biggest new publishing country in the world!

As I was walking up on my front porch I saw a small really badly boxed package which I was about to trip on and break my nose. The package had a note. From Your best bud.

Ok I don’t know what this is, but I know I have only two best buds. One’s name is Bryan, and one is named Bob. I was expecting something from the my boss from my job, or a tax list from my landowner. I opened the package and there was a bike pedal. Now I was confused, and I decided to get into my bubble bath.

The next day I tripped on a different package, thinking about having some ice cream. I saw another note, and it said the exact same thing. I opened it and found handlebars and a mini screwdriver.

The next day, Bryan, a big buff guy who looked like he could lift 1000 pounds of weight, stepped right in front of me as I was crossing the street to my wonderful and cozy rented house.

“Hey John, I signed you up for a treat… A treat of fitness!” Bryan said with extreme enthusiasm. He was so big and strong, bumping into him made a big bruise on my nose. I hoped that he would say “Lets play in the park!” or “Lets walked around the neighborhood,” but he said something much worse.

“I signed you up for the race across Asia!”

“WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?” I roared at him. My roar sounded like Peter Pan singing a lullaby.

“It’s ok Squeaky, I am hear to train you,” he replied, “Haven’t you seen how good I am a training people?”

The last time Bryan trained my, he almost broke every body part I had.

He went into my garage and started building a bike looking thing. It looked more like a pear with wheels than a bike. He said that we could go on a little stroll with the bikes. After the 100 mile stroll, I decided I had to meet my crew. You know, the people who help you during the race. They called themselves the Flaming Dragons.

The day finally came. I realized I was late, because Bryan called me 30 minutes ago and messaged me to come downstairs. I broke into a cold sweat. What if I let them down? What if I lose?

The cold sweat woke me up, and I was sitting on my bed. It was all a dream!!! I did my victory dance and moonwalked all the way down to the coffee maker, where Bryan stood waiting.

“Get ready, we need to be there in a few minutes.”

“Where?” I asked, concerned.

“The race.”

So it wasn’t a dream.