Pine needles blanket the track.
My polished bike zooms along the track.
Dirt flies up and paints my bike brown and dirty.
Towering trees sway in the wind.
The howling wind slaps my face as I glide further down the track.
The track stretches out leading the way.
Birds swoop out of there hiding place up in the trees.
Sudden sneaky turns unravel from behind the corner.