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.

By Jamee