USA Trip – Canyon Bike Ride

MOUNTAIN BIKES

May 16, 2015 

Hi it’s me Veronica and this is another one of my blog posts.

Can you keep secrets? I hope you can because I am about to tell you one of my most secret secrets, and it’s embarrassing to say it… I’m scared of bikes! Especially mountain bikes. But there was one day, a very special day, when that all changed.

Two months after I learned to ride my bike (I was in the US), we were going on a family bike ride in the Grand Canyon! There was supposed to be lots of rolling hills on that bike ride, and we were going to ride mountain bikes so I was not happy. When we were given our bikes, mummy got a black bike, Liam got a black bike and daddy got a black bike! So I obviously got a small black bike with only one handle brake on the right hand side.

Soon we were off “AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed! Soon I calmed down though. The whole ride there was up hill so when we got to the Grand Canyon I was puffed so we stopped to look at the view. It was magical, but there was something odd about that view… Suddenly, this sort of spark went into my heart. I took a great long stare at my bike. I remembered that when I was in Australia some people laughed at me when I rode my bike. I felt a sort of anger rage feeling but then I felt different, that memory had disappeared. I remembered that was why I was scared of bikes.

On the way back when I hopped on my bike I breathed deeply shut my eyes and pushed off the ground my bike zoomed down the hill, my eyes widened and a smile grew on my face. I zoomed past Liam and I zoomed past mummy and daddy. It felt like I was flying, “wahoo!” I zoomed all the way back to the bike park nonstop! When I had to return my bike I did not want the bike people to take my bike away.

And that’s the story of how I discovered the secret of bikes. I would tell you now but you will have to wait because that’s a different story.

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