On a brisk Saturday morning, I rode with the Manitou Mountain Monsters club. Jackson D. and I were riding in the front of the group. The wind blew through our hair and beautiful green and yellow bike jerseys. Jackson and I stopped at a tricky technical section to wait for the coaches. Then, a rookie on a sleek, silver, and green bike came flying by trying to ride it like a boss.
Unfortunately he failed.
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What happened to the rookie?!?! AHHH you left me hanging. Did he go flying over the handlebars?
Ouch!! My imagination is flying, I hope he didn't have a bad accident :( careful on those trails!
I can't wait until you write more stories like this.
I wonder what happened to the rookie....
Wow cool!
You left me at a cliff hanger, you can't do that. :( Will you add on to this Soon? I've mountain biked before. It is so fun, but don't try to show off or what happened to the rookie will happen to you. Where were you biking?
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