Clumsiness for the Win
“All right, man, I have twenty bucks on you. You’d better not screw this up,” Toby smacked Elias’ helmet.
“I’ve got this,” came the response.
Toby nodded and headed back to the stands as the other bikers took their place at the starting line.His wife stood waiting for him.
“You tell him?”
Toby nodded, his smile fading. “Yep. I hate putting pressure on him like this, especially when I bet against him.”
“What are the chances he’ll win?” she asked as the starting pistol fired and Elias turned into another rider, knocking them both down.
Toby grimaced. “You were saying?”