His heart was pounding as they flew over the crest of the hill.
He could taste the gritty dirt that had blown underneath his helmet, and the trickle of sweat that poured down in his neck.
The roar of the engines filled his ears, and he fixed his eyes on the next jump; this was his chance to shine…
I was waiting at the start line, I felt nervous and sweat was dripping down my face.
The gun went bang the race started, there bikes were going everywhere they were making such a huge noise.
They wore special helmets so no dust does not come in.
They raced off he was winning but then he hit a bump he fall off his bike he was injured really badly on the leg but he got back up and then won.
By angus
