Jordan Savage was in the fifth grade when it all happened. Once the second hand moved the minute hand from 2:59 to 3:00, he was free from the ruthless grips of elementary education. He burst out into the hallways with his backpack, his dented aluminum lunch box, and his free spirit. On his usual walk back home to his mother's house, he saw a beautiful Schwinn Stingray Bicycle parked on a driveway of a house he passed every day. The bike included all the bells and whistles an eleven year old could wish for: the pearl orange custom paint job, the newly upholstered banana seat, the polished stainless steel gear shift, and the high leveled handlebars. Being raised by a single mother, Jordan wasn't able to afford such luxuries. His current bicycle was a broken down Huffy single speed with chipped paint and warped hubs. Upon seeing this pristine bicycle, he ran as fast as he could back home. He burst into the front door of his mother's house.
"MOM MOM MOM, I NEED A NEW BICYCLE."
"Jordan! Hi, How was your day sweetie?"
"MOM SHUT UP I JUST SAW THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BIKE ON THE NEIGHBOR'S DRIVEWAY."
"Jordan, calm down. Go wash your hands and put your stuff away."
"OKAY MOM HOLD ON STAY RIGHT HERE."
"MOM GUESS WHAT."
"You saw a beautiful bike on the neighbor's driveway?"
"NOT JUST ANY BIKE MOM, A SCHWINN STINGRAY!"
"Jordan, stop yelling, you're being absurd."
"GASP. GASP. GASP. Okay... Mom. I saw the most beautiful bike I've ever seen. I've never wanted anything so bad in my life! Do you think you could buy me a new bicycle mom?"
"Jordan, you already have a bicycle. What's wrong with that one?"
"Well it's old and rusty! Plus, Donny shoved a stick into my front wheels when we were trying to make skid marks down the road and he messed up the front wheel so it's all wobbly now."
Jordan's mom thought to herself, "Fucking Donny, I hate that fucking kid and his family." Then looked sternly at Jordan. "Jordan, you already have a bike that works, be thankful that you have a bike at all. Now go to your room and finish some homework."
The weight of the world hit Jordan straight in his heart and tears started flowing down his blotchy cheeks. While sobbing with his sunken heart, he went to his room. While he was moping on his desk looking at his math homework, he looked out the window and saw Donny outside throwing rocks at his own house. Jordan thought that maybe Donny could cheer him up, so he went outside to see him.
"Hey Donny, whatcha doin?"
"Oh you know, throwin rocks at the house."
"Why? You're gonna break a window or something Don."
"Yeah, my dad told me that he wouldn't buy me a bike so I got mad and started throwin rocks at his house. I hate my dad."
"My mom told me the same thing. I saw a super nice Stingray on the way back home."
"Yeah me too Savage, I want that thing so bad. Hey, wanna go take it for a ride?"
And just like that, Donny had managed to implant a vile and toxic idea into Jordan's head.
"What? No Donny, you can't take something thats not yours. That's against the law."
"No way Savage, it's a bike. My dad told me that as long as you keep a vehicle within 100 yards of where you found it, it isn't considered Grand Theft Auto. Think about what you can do in 100 yards of fresh pavement!"
This was enough information to convince Jordan to go and take a look at the bike with Donny. Walking towards the neighbor's house, he saw that beautiful bike again in all of its glory. "Savage, watch my back." And before Jordan could even think twice, Donny was already on the bike about to start riding it.
Donny looked awkward on the Schwinn for some reason, it might had been due to the fact that Donny was a chubby kid and always wore his Dad's dirty clothes. Something about the Donny's dirty appearance and the cleanliness of the Schwinn Stingray was just unsettling to Jordan.
While Donny was riding the bike in a figure 8 pattern around Jordan, the man that lived in the house where the bicycle was originally parked started running towards them.
"Hey! Get off that bike! It's dangerous!"
Startled, Donny and Jordan booked it down the hill towards their neighborhood. Donny on the bike, Jordan on foot. Gravity took control of Donny's fate and within a moment's notice, Donny was further than 100 yards from the neighbor's house. The neighbor caught up to Jordan and grabbed him, he proceeded to scream, "HEY KID, THAT BIKE DOESN'T HAVE ANY BRAKES ON IT! GET OFF THE BIKE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" In the distance, Jordan and the neighbor saw Donny's chubby silhouette, flying down the hill with both middle fingers pointed to the air. And then, within a split half of a split fucking second, a police car crossing the street perpendicular to Donny's route sped through and ran both Donny and the bike over.
And just like that, it was the end of Donny and the Vintage Schwinn Stingray Bicycle.