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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.