Memoir Writing
Mountain Bike Race
By:Otis
The starter said go! Everyone was off the line as quick as a cheetah. I had a great start. The only person that looked like they could challenge me was a boy about my age and with the same bike as me. I rushed across a stone bridge onto a long, steep-ish hill. We made a left onto a dirt trail with lots of roots and annoying stones. I made a sharp right and a gradual left onto a hill. At the top we made a long left in a field and raced across a thin, short bridge. There was a rooty section and another left. We went down a hill, crossed the road that the start/finish line was on and went down a rooty trail. I powered up a hill and made a left into a right with deep gravel. We made a right with a small ditch into a hill. We made a left, a right, another right which took us onto the final stretch. I zoomed as fast as I could and finished about ten seconds before everyone. I finished first! At the podium my dad was so proud of me. At the awards ceremony I got a helmet light. I had a drive home with big smiles and lots of compliments.