I look down the hill as to where I will race;
I pedal and pedal, mud flying into my face.
Rain beats the cold titanium frame of my bike;
A feeling of freedom I really do like.
Twigs from the ground fly into my calves;
Sticks under my tires snap into halves.
I ride through muddy rivers and creeks
And sometimes hop off small peaks.
A rush of adrenalin runs through my blood;
My heart pounds faster with each mighty thud.
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