I have always wanted to race bikes. My dad raced and his 30 year old bike is still in his mom and dad's garage.
It weighs 20 lbs and my bike weighs 50 lbs. I went back to Toledo Bend this summer and we were riding
bikes on a trail. There was a little hill that my dad and I were
jumping. A little later Bryce wanted to go up there. I came out when they where leaving and my dad was on my bike. Bryce was on his so I grabbed Emma's bike and I went with them. Before when I was on my bike, I didn't have to stand up on the jump. When I was on Emma's, I didn't stand up and I noticed
I was going too fast and I hit the jump and flipped five times. I broke my collar bone! Don't let those little hearts on Emma's bike fool ya! I should have told you how I broke my arm. It would have been a shorter story.
The mountain bike has a flat. The three wheeled bike I got that when I was like 4 I think and it has a
flat.
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