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Ghosts Don't Ride Bikes, Do They? (Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol Series #2)

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Desmond and Andres are in for a bike-riding adventure in the second book of the Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol chapter book series!

Welcome to Kersville, a town with a spooky history and a collection of ghosts and spirits who are major mischief-makers. Most kids spend their days without ever seeing or dealing with a ghost, but some kids get stuck with a haunt. When that happens, they call Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol. There’s no job too spooky, icky, or risky for Desmond.

I’m not like that at all. My name’s Andres Miedoso. I’m Desmond’s best friend and ghost patrol partner.

So when Desmond and I are called to track down a ghost on wheels, Desmond is sure that ghosts don’t ride bikes. Here’s why: they float everywhere. Makes sense, right? But if there’s one thing I’ve learned during my Ghost Patrol days, it’s this: Never tell a ghost what they can or can’t do.

With easy-to-read language and illustrations on almost every page, the Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol chapter books are perfect for emerging readers.

ISBN-13: 9781534410428

Media Type: Hardcover

Publisher: Little Simon

Publication Date: 12-12-2017

Pages: 128

Product Dimensions: 5.60(w) x 7.40(h) x 0.70(d)

Age Range: 5 - 8 Years

Series: Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol Series #2

Andres Miedoso is still afraid of everything as a grown-up, even after all his adventures with Desmond Cole. He lives in New York City with his family, and he remains best friends with Desmond but returns to Kersville only when he’s needed. Victor Rivas was born and raised in Vigo, Spain, and he lives outside of Barcelona. He has been a freelance illustrator for thirty years, illustrating children’s and teen books, comics, and concept art for multimedia games and animation.

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Ghosts Don’t Ride Bikes, Do They?

Let’s talk about the thrills and spills of riding a bike. Is there anything more thrilling than racing down the street with the wind in your face? Even the spills are cool. Trying to do a trick and falling off your bike, or coming home with a brand-new hole in your jeans—it’s the best! Thrills and spills. You can’t have one without the other. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The thing is, nobody ever talks about the chills of riding a bike. At least not until I moved to Kersville. This town is made of chills!

My bike is the coolest thing in the world. It’s black with red rims. The handlebars have a compass on one side, a light in the middle, and a horn on the other side. Not a bell. A horn!

What I love about my bike is that it’s not shiny and new. This bike has been through a lot of spills. There are scratches on the paint and dents to prove it. The seat even has a piece of black electrical tape from when I crashed trying to ride backward—bad idea.

The thing is, even though my bike isn’t perfect, it’s all mine. It’s moved to every new house we’ve moved to, and it feels the same no matter where I live. It’s basically been my best friend.

I have a real friend now. His name is Desmond Cole. He never cared about bikes before. Why?

Well, do you see that bike over there—the one with the compass, the light, and the horn? The one with the scratch on the frame and the electrical tape on the seat? The one that’s riding through the forest without anyone on it?

Yep, that’s my bike.

Why is the bike riding by itself?

Well, that’s a strange story.