Friday 19 August 2016

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The ride of a lifetime
The temperature is trying to mess with me.
I see the finish line up ahead and bikers trying to past me.
I can hear the loud breathing from behind me.
I’m riding alone on a hot road with a biker trying to win past me.
My legs are thumping and my arms are too.
As I see the finish line I put my back into and speed of to first place.


I stand one the first place step I hear people yelling shot people.
I see sweaty bikers along  hot as ever.
My legs are thumping with pain but I smilie hard.
I came first.