The Dirt Track

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about another passion that I have

Submitted: March 23, 2009

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The Track

I am sitting at the top of the track, eagerly waiting for the gate to drop down while my front tire rests against it. With my feet on the pedals and my eyes staring intently at the light, watching for that quick flash of green, my heart pounds, my hands fiercely grip the rubber handlebars. I shift my feet until I find a manageable position, and then become completely focused. "Watch the gate," the automated voice says, and the gate shoots down with hydraulic intensity and I am off. I pump my legs ferociously, getting up to speed (very fast speed), and hit that first jump. I smoothly glide over it, pump my legs again, then launch over the first double. I land in complete control, with not even the slightest turn of the wheel. I come to the first turn, and whip around it on the high side, almost to the lip. I rip into the second double, pumping arms and legs this time, and drift into the air, then make a flawless touch down. Riders are on all sides of me, searching for their perfect line as they aim to fly past me. I pull into the second turn, this time going low, in set-up for the next jump. I approach the triple with menacing momentum, and soar once again. My back tire clips the top of the third mound, jolting me awkwardly into a zigging, wobbling line. I regain my control as I whip into the third turn, not pedaling, just letting the bike take me into a cruising coast. As I approach the rhythm, I pedal as hard as I can through the first few small jumps, then I pump like a mad man, once again gathering lightning quick speed. Pump, pump, pump, and find that path for the fourth turn. I'm behind now, but lucky enough I didn't crash into the hard packed dirt. I slow it down a little into the fourth turn, rolling on up to the lip again, then pedal like crazy for the last triple. I get both tires off the ground momentarily, land soft and smooth, then I just roll into the fifth turn, easing up on my speed. I come to the last three jumps before the white finish line and lift up on the handlebars and wheelie over all of them. It was a fast and hard ride, a successful ride, and I ride on up to the top again for what will be the start of a long and fun night of hitting the gates and the dirt track below.


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