Saturday morning I felt a cool breeze sweap across my face

It was race time.
It was my third year in the Ore to Shore.
This year I will win the race.
I will come in first place!

As people lined up at the start line
I was feeling claustrophobic.
There was so many people at the start line.
Finally I heard the gunshot.
We were off!

The race was smooth until I reached the train tracks!
CRUNCH! went my body as I was hurled into the hard gravel.
Thankfully I was alright but my bike wasn’t.
My front tire was bent!
I was still able to ride it though.

Around the one mile marker I saw three people ahead of me.
They were never going to beat me!
I passed two of them right away but one was still ahead of me.
I caught up to him but he was going too fast!
At the finish I went as fast as I could and beat him!

It turns out I came third place for my age group.
Now I have a biking trophy to match my brother’s.
Even though I didn’t get first I’m still proud of getting a trophy.