Woods. A hill running away. Downward
slipping. A trail. My wheels spin slowly at first then speed up as
fear recedes. Zigs zags dips ducks a jump...landing perfect momentum
maintained. Long sweeping left through a field of sheep-mown grass.
Rocks nip at my tires but the morning is too glorious for falling
today. Sharp drop through more trees, the ground more rock than dirt
but rock worn smooth by a million feet, hooves, tires and treads.
Deadly in the wet but fast and sure in the dry. The trees become
birch. Across the stream the checkered flag waves. I've lost.
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