“Thistles” I yell turning the handles away from the bushes then boom crash I fall hands first and then milliseconds later the the bike plunges onto me Maddy comes from behind and pulls the bike of me.
Mountain biking was my favourite activity on the sunny Tuesday morning apart from falling off the bike that I was using and going into some gorse bushes.
I was hooning around all the corners and down all of the straits and then halted to a stop then Mr. Sloan yelled out lolly break so we all speed off with a cloud of dust behind the path we had gone. Mud splattered everywhere and even in our mouths.
As we were biking back to camp my legs were starting to tire, sweat was rolling down my face like a Mexican wave then something caught my eye it was camp I suddenly peddled faster. In five minutes I was back. Back at camp, that was for lunch I could smell the odour of the hot dogs in the kitchen mmmmmmm.
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