Intro. The summer holidays came, and my parents and I came to the village. On the very first day, I got on my enduro - my dad helped set it up before leaving - and drove around the village. The familiar streets quickly became boring: the same houses with carved frames, the same well near the school, the same cat lazily basking in the sun.
I decided to go to the neighboring village - I had never been there. The road went through a field of sunflowers, then along a river where silver fish glistened in the sun.
Half an hour later I was already driving into unfamiliar streets and alleys
I noticed a store with a bright "Grocery" sign, parked the motorcycle near the porch, took off my helmet and straightened my hair. The coolness of the store smelled of fresh bread and lemon. I went to the refrigerator, opened the door - Lemonade, cola, tarragon, orange. I spent a long time choosing until I settled on cold orange lemonade. I paid at the cash register, took the bottle and went outside
Coming out of the street, I noticed a crowd of pit bikers near my enduro.....