Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Biking To School.

Even when it's cold and foggy I love biking to school with my dad 
and sister. By the time I finish the first stretch I'm really puffing and 
I can tell my face is about the colour of the apples on the trees near by, but I keep on going. It's great. I can't wait till I reach the hill and  I get stuck into it. It's pretty big so I really tread hard. I go for it, I really go for it. The top is my reward when I go zooming down the other side. It's the type of hill you yell on and I usually do. Where ever the road goes, I go. I pedal, yell, brake, change gear, everything, because I don't want to miss out on anything. It's great!

1 comment:

Athena said...

Very cool

Ps.what dose treading mean