Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

still text and call as often as we can. This is one of our free weekends to do as we like and we don’t see too many of these. We usually have practice all week, including the weekend mornings. But when we do get downtime, it means there’s still Friday morning and late day on Sunday practices, but Friday night, Saturday all day and Sunday morning is ours to do as we please. I still try to get some sort of workout in, as well as some fun. I’m driving down from Brentwood to Danville to stay at his place. After I throw on a pair of board shorts and tank, I grab my bag and am out the door.
    I have some big news to share with Ryan. I was asked to race the Supercross circuit for Team Yamaha. I guess I showed them enough in the last few races in Motocross because they’ve asked me stay on longer. Ryan switched teams last year and is riding for the Factory Honda team now. He starts on the line for them and took fifth overall in points last year. Supercross is harder, in some ways, to ride than Motocross. We need to qualify every week to be able to race in the main event. The races are held in football stadiums across the country. Many of the jumps are higher, corners sharper, and sections of the track have straightaways with several jumps in a row, also known as the whoop section. Those jumps are all close together and lower to the ground, but you need skill to keep the bike steady as it glides across the top of them. Where you place in the main event determines what points you are given at the end of the night. Once the entire season is over, which runs from January to early May, the points are added to see who will receive the number one plate and million dollar cash prize. For a rider to be asked to ride both Motocross and Supercross is a big deal and I am blessed that they are going to give me a shot at it. I can’t wait to see what I can do against the big dogs on all the different teams.
    I arrive at Ryan’s at about three in the afternoon. We’re going to head out to get something to eat and have a couple beers. Nothing too extreme, we are still in training for the upcoming season. But I need to tell him about what happened between Ansley and me; it’s time for me to lay it all out, so he knows why it’s been so awkward.
    “Holy fuck, it’s good to see you, man.” We give the half hug, half pat on the back to each other.
    “Damn right it is,” he says as we walk into his house. I can say his house is as large as ours and as nice. A couple of his teammates are still home, they only nod to acknowledge me, when Ryan introduces us. I’ve gotten to know that there are some people that are great in this industry, but there are others, well, let’s just say, who aren’t worth your breath to speak to.
    I set my stuff down in the spare room that is at the end of the hallway, just down from the kitchen on the first floor. After shooting the shit over a beer here, we decide we’ll head out for dinner at a local bar that Ryan says has killer burgers.
    “Nice bar, man. Love the laid back feel here. I like it.”
    “It is. We tend to come here a couple times a month because the locals leave us alone to eat in peace. Let’s order at the bar then I’ll kick your ass in darts.”
    I laugh. “Oh, really? I see some things never change.”
    We shoot a couple of games before our food comes out. We sit at the bar, ordering two more Coors Lights to go with our burgers. It smells incredible and I’m starving. I don’t veer off the meal plan that we are to follow very often, so on our off weekends, I usually indulge a bit. I’m taking advantage of it now.
    “So, how’s Mom and Dad?” I missed his parents. There were like family to me.
    “They were out just about three months ago but only for the weekend. They wanted to get over to see you, but I knew it was when Yamaha was ready to sign you. I didn’t want you to have any distractions. They said they would catch up with you the next time they come out.”
    “Damn, I