Bike Ride in the Dirt to Armstrong  I'm washing really dirty dishes that appear to have had lasagna served on them. My friend Esther Thurman is at my house and is looking for a key she thinks she may have left there. I go into my mom's room where there are five different sets of keys. We fumble through them. One set is Esther's.  I am riding my bike from home to Armstrong High School. Nat Miller and three other people are with me, also riding on my bike. There is road construction. The dirt is soft and hard to pedal in. I swear, because it is tough to pedal in the dirt. We go towards Armstrong on Home Avenue. My friend Yvette Ullman is in the group. I think we can take a shortcut by cutting across the Parts Company lot. The land there is hard and we can bike fast. I turn too soon, near the Roadside building, and have to go down a ways further. There are employees outside. When I get over by the Large Company, I find I'm in Golden Acres riding my old red Huffy bike with crooked handlebars. The neck of the bike is loose again. There are some soccer players kicking a ball around in their yard.