Pov raced through the forest on his bike, careening dangerously around corners and nearly slipping several times on the dirt path. There was a cute girl biker up ahead that he desperately wanted to catch, which would have been easier had not the path been all uphill.
The trail leveled out and Pov peered ahead, but the girl biker was far off in the distance. Disappointed, he decided to rest for a bit. To his right there was a large pit up against a steep rock face. Two railroad lines bridged the pit, and from behind a small barrier Pov could see two trains stalled on the bridge. Bowling pins were being thrown back and forth by two very angry women in each train. Pov strained to hear what their disagreement was but their shouting was too frenzied.
"Hey! Stop that! Stop! You have to stop!" a police officer shouted at the women. Without notice, the officer escorted Pov into a small jail cell 10 yards away from the pit. Pov sat in the cell only briefly before he was ushered out and forced at spearpoint into a long, fiery march up the mountain in the company of three older Asian men garbed in piecemeal bits of aged golden armor. The Asian men were bitterly unhappy about it.
