Post by Jim Hawkins on May 2, 2009 14:29:01 GMT -5
Corkscrew, then pull in, somersault, one, two three, pinwheel, free-fall, skydiving X, then throttle!
Jim ran the actions through his head as he twisted himself and his board through the dusky air, letting the wind blow through his shirt and breeches. His hair whipped past his face, and Jim could only trust his instinct as he flicked the throttle as the ground rushed up to meet him.
Now! Jim hit the engine, and blue jets of flame errupted from the end of his surfer. He stomped on the pedal, and his solar sail rose up, sending a flash of red hexagons through the fading light. Jim gripped the steering bar, throwing his surfer in a wide arc before blasting off over the park. The lights from the rides gleamed like Etherium galaxies below him.
Flying lower, Jim suddenly switched off the engine and jumped out of the foothold, landing on the pavement with a thud.
"Needs a tune-up." Jim said mechanically, tapping the surfer's engine.