I was at Olds one night, and I was a little bit, well lets just say I was having fun

and was sitting at the bottom of the hill, it was a real dark nite, no moon, and I was waiting for another bike to come over and run me up the hill. Well I waited long enough, nobody wanted to run, and all of a sudden I felt this strange whoosh of air
I was thinking "I'm freakin out man" dumped the clutch, Goose bumps all over, and started ripping up the hill just then, I saw my buddy on his atc185 attempting to ride down the hill on a two wheel atc, I thought what the.........wait a minute. I start laughing realizing what just happened. Just then a buggy pulls up with a few people in it laughing their butts off, saying how that tire must have missed my head by mere inches.........I never even saw it, but felt the whoosh of air though.
Thats the closest I ever thought I came to Glamis being haunted