Click, I put my helmet on to get ready to go biking. Before I know it, it is my turn.
Scott taps my head gently and I jog to a random bike. I push the bike and hop on.
I began to pedal and pace myself. The handles are sweaty. I turn them slowly to go round the corner.
I lean to the side and tug on the break. I stop, squeak goes the wheels as I pull over.
I get off the bike and force it into it’s place in the line.