spring,
Naches
Spring doesn't mean birdsong and the quiet bloom of
buds for Cody Fredericksen and his friends. Rather,
the roar of motorbike engines, the spin of dust
through warming air, and the rush of freedom and
flight mark the changing of the season. Cody, who
is thirteen, has been riding since he was three or
four. Now, the first day of March finds him roaring
up the dirt mounds in his yard, holding on as his
bike launches into the bright blue sky.
