The Broken Exhaust Pipe

One hot summer evening we went riding. I got my gear on right away and started riding Carter did the same thing after a few minutes. I didn’t do all the jumps to start with but Carter did. Later my dad came back with a bulldozer to build whoops.(bumps that can be easy to crash on.) Later my cousin Tyler came over to ride (he lives a little way down on the other side of the road from the track.) While my dad was building the whoops we had to skip some of the track. We’re used to doing that because my dad and my Uncle Kevin change the track. My dad was finally done with the whoops but, he had to do something to the whoops with his shovel. We could still go through them. But they needed to be patted down which will eventually happen. After I went through the whoops I finally did my big double. For some reason my bike was so loud to my ears I got off the track. I walked over to where my bike was really loud and I saw my exhaust pipe. My exhaust pipe was broken. My dad looked at my bike it was leaking something. Even though my bike was broken we stayed at the track and I rode my old 50. I think that my Uncle Kevin said he knew it was going to  brake.