Week 17 The Crash by Colin

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…

2 thoughts on “Week 17 The Crash by Colin”

  1. 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!

  2. 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

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