This was my first professional race. I was at the back of the peloton. The pace was high and a bend was a kilometer up the road. My breathing was heavy and my heart was hammering in my chest. I took a drink from my bottle.
As I was putting it back in the holder I heard the screech of brakes. I was confused at first until I looked up. The other cyclists were going around the bend but I was heading straight for an electricity pole. I pulled on my brakes but it was too late. My wheel crunched into the pole and I flew off the bike. I flew into a large tree and the air rushed from my lungs. Then I blacked out…
Hi Colin,
I think that your imagery is really great! I love the picture you painted here, and there’s some great description. Keep up the good work!
Colin,
Your piece had me riding on the edge of my seat. The verb: hammered was so vivid. I wonder if the narrator will get back up ‘in the saddle’ again? Keep writing.
Mrs. G., Team 100, Guilderland, NY, USA