My dad is next to me, he seems quite calm, but still watching like a hawk. I’m doing a jump over a slightly small bump. I hope I land. I’m riding the mini-bike for practice to get through to the mini-bike championship. I hope I go to the championship.
I can hear the motor running,vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm! My adrenalin is racing across my body. I smell the rough stench of dead soil that has been ripped off the ground. I hear another motor from the distance, it’s my friend, Jens. I can almost taste the burning rubber from my tyre. I hope I can take my helmet off after the practice because I’m sweating like a waterfall.
Some people think riding any type of bike that’s similar to a motor-bike is dangerous and some people say that they’ve ridden a motor-bike but they haven't, they just want to impress their friends, but I want to ride one because I think it would be fun.
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