Farm life Stories

Mud splattered up the side of the shed, the sound of the country blotted out by the guttural sound of twin red, dirt Honda bikes as they spun in through the gate, spraying everything in a three-quarters circle as they skidded to a stop. Keith had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday, and this was the first actual use he had had with the dirt bike he had received for his birthday. He had been out on a ride through the m...