Friday, 17 March 2017

The Whip

The Whip

The wind whips at my face as I tear down the hill, flashing past clumps of dead grass. It’s in my vision… the jump. I leap through the air, I land perfectly on the jump. I race around the track gliding through corners, and wheeling over bumps. Once again I find myself looking at the jump. When I hit the jump I release the throttle to soon. I over shoot the jump and land on my front suspension really hard cause me to crack the seals slightly, at the same time I nearly hit the hill and that would have hurt.

Broxy (the person that was coaching me) said “ You have to pretend there is a roof over you. Get right down and stick your bum out”. I race against my cousin passing him and spraying him with dirt. I come to the jump. I remember stick my bum out and pretend there is a roof over me. I stick the landing, I look back, and Broxy gives me the thumbs up.

“ To whip what you’ve got to do is lean over just before you take off, then drag the bike over the other way, and stick the landing.” Again… I’m drifting around the track, and again I see the jump. I ride up it and do everything Broxy said. I did a really good one, I’ve accomplished the world!!!!

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