What do you think of this?

The motorized bicycle roared as I raced down the dirt trail. Around me, the wind howled and flung the trees back and forth. The sky was a strange color. I felt a pulling from behind me, and I turned around. The trailer had lost traction and was sliding through the gr. The back wheel got loose, and was throwing mud everywhere. It almost spun around, but I let go of the throttle and it regained its traction. I saw the old house in the distance, and once I was in the dirt clearing, I turned sharp. The trailer and the moped spun around, and Mike ran off the porch and threw himself into the trailer. I tore away from the house, having to pedal a bit to help the motor along. We bounced along on the trail, and hail started to fall. "Oh crud..." I muttered. I had it at full throttle. I saw the end of the trail where it came through a patch of trees onto the road, and went to it as fast as possible. We rocketed down the street, and the shelter at Bob Mac's Body Shop came into view. I rolled up to the door, where there was a man in a yellow raincoat, trying to get everyone inside. I let Mike off, then I pushed the moped inside. There was at least a hundred people inside, and it was stuffy and humid, but safe. Suddenly, the hail outside just stopped. The whole room held its breath, waiting. Suddenly there was a sound like a train whistle, and the man in the raincoat shut the door and ran for the back of the room. The power went out, but there were kerosene lamps lit. Loud sounds were heard from outside. There was suddenly a crunching sound, followed by scraping. The scraping sound moved along the wall, and everyone's eyes followed it. Suddenly it went up and was gone. The door trembled, and bits of concrete fell from the wall. There was a snap, then suddenly something boomed above us. We heard a cracking sound, then a beam fell from the ceiling, right over top of a person in a chair. It fell on top of a stout table, and it stopped just a few inches from the person's head. Suddenly the wall burst in and a red minivan, crumpled almost beyond recognition, flew into the room and hit several people, who were then sucked out by the tornado. I felt myself being pulled towards the hole, so I grabbed a bit of rope that was tied to a pole next to me. I was lifted into the air, and the only thing keeping me in was my hand. Then it stopped. I fell to the ground. When I stood up, I was shocked. The building was ruined. People were missing. People were injured. People were... Dead. My stomach clenched. I felt faint. I felt my lunch come up and watched it go onto the ground. Then I stood up. Mike was next to me, white as a sheet and covered with dirt. The man opened what was left of the door and left us to go gather our dead. I grabbed my moped, and me and Mike walked out into the flooded street. Trees were strewn everywhere. Part of someone's bedroom was crumpled up in the parking lot. Cars were flipped and broken, and the destruction was everywhere. Me and Mike walked into Broadway street and looked up and down it. The Braums sing was near the ruins of the Ice House, and the D from Dollar General was on top of a car overturned in the street. "Edgar, I think we're in trouble. There's our mailbox."