prewriting 4.2

We were on a wooden palette covered in moss. There were metal wheels attached to the bottom that rode on the train tracks. A dirt-bike had been cobbled onto the back so the front wheel was attached to the palette, and the back wheel was on the rail. One of the villagers rode the bike at a breakneck speed, propelling the palette forward at around 60 miles per hour. I was crammed onto the front of the palette with my friend. There were 12 other people on the palette with us and we all held onto each other to keep from falling off. We were going over a bridge that was several hundred feet above a chasm, which i could look between my feet and see the alarming sight of what looked like broken palettes, when my friend and  exchange student yelled something inaudible in my ear. I leaned over to him, and wobbling, grabbed his shirt, I leaned in and asked him what he said. He yelled back that we both, but especially I needed to be careful because of the 'negros'. I was lighter skinned then he, even though I am Mexican, however race relations are very strained in Colombia.