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Ok i need writing practice, so i decided to dramatise and exaggerate my monthly bike ride i went on yesterday and make it into a fictional story based on real life.
Ok i just finished writing this blog and came back up here to tell you that it isn't that fictional and it is quite boring. I made 4 hours to be a whole essay. I highly advise you if you have exams and more important things to be doing ... [a2] not to read this, but now that i mentioned it i bet you are going to read it.

It was that time of the month, that made the whole month worth living for, the time of freedom and audacity, the time for contemplation and and socialising. The time for a bike ride.
Ok ... let's scrap all this baloney. I was in the middle of a dream a wonderful dream, if i can recall correctly and then i wake to the sound of my mum's footsteps and she is calling me saying it is already 8:30 and that i have to get up. Remember this is a Sunday, a day of relaxation and most importantly a day to sleep in, but i do have to say that i enjoy going on a bike ride with the group.
So i got up and i was ready by 9:05 when we rode to Fairfield showground. My father and I timed ourselves and we took 15 minutes. We got there in pretty good time as we were able to hear the pre-warning that today was the hardest bike ride the group has ever been on. 'Hardest' meaning over mountains and through valleys and over rough terrain.
Wait, that was a slight exaggeration but not far from the truth.
After the first group set off, [the slower group] the second group set off, [the more practiced group].
It started off fairly easy, no arduous hills but once we reached Western Regional park, the tedious work began. I made it up the first hill pretty close to the front and then on the second i had to stop and walk.
We rode on up to the M4, which was flat but went on forever and ever. You just had to keep riding, you couldn't really stop cause you now had to ride to get back, otherwise it would take forever to walk back. I was sinking back towards the end of the group and i was inbetween the faster riders and the less fit riders. There was a gap all around me and all of a sudden 2 people from the group ride past me, one pushing the other. How lucky, i wished i could be that person but i valiently pushed on.
We came to the end of the M4 section and approached the biggest hill so far. I rode about 50m and then gave up. I walked half of it and then rode the end to make out that i rode the whole thing.
We all know the saying or law or proverb or whatever it is: 'what goes up must come down'. We had just gone up and now we had to go down. We were given so much pre-warning of this downhill that i was apprehensive of what to expect. I was considering it to be somewhat like a rollercoaster but the difference being that i was the one controlling the ride rather than the machine or professionally hired guy. I looked down the hill and was absolutely pefrified but i faced my fear and went down clutching my brakes to form white knuckles. It wasn't that scary after all so i let off some tension and went faster and then realised there was a speed hump and had to hastily slow down. Like all things, now that it is over i want to do it again.
The rest of the ride was fairly average compared to that hill and we got back to the 'shed' at the showground and had a barbecue. Then we rode back and were home at 1:00.