VERY APPORPIATE!
THE DIRT BIKE RACE
We unhitch the trailer and unload the gear.
We’ve traveled so long, but we’re finally here.
We wait in the line, and my dad pays the fee.
I’m registered now with the head referee.
Now back to the trailer, it’s quite a long walk.
On the way I’m thinking much more than I talk.
I put on my helmet but can’t find my boots.
I think I look tough, but my mom says I’m cute.
I get on my bike, and I check out the gas.
Do I want a quick snack? No, I think I will pass.
The dirt on the track now, it seems kind of muddy.
I look just ahead, and I see my best buddy.
He’s riding quite slowly; he’s fast on some days.
He turns at the corner and catches my gaze.
My practice is done. I know what the tracks like.
I ride to the trailer and clean up my bike.
A long, boring time as I wait for my moto.
My mom finds the camera and takes a new photo.
It’s finally my turn, and I can’t quite sit still.
I’m nervous right now, and my stomach feels ill.
The starting line’s full, and I’m ready to race.
My goggles are fogged from the sweat on my face.
Just now the gate drops, and I follow my plan.
I fly to the corner as fast as I can.
A few laps go by, and I’m moving up fast.
This race is so fun, I am having a blast.
In the turn he’s outside; I can see it from here.
So I turn my wheel inside and hear the crowd cheer.
And now I’m in first! I am very delighted.
I hope I don’t crash now. Oh man, I’m excited.
I glide through the air as I clear the long jump.
I slide through the corner, avoiding the bump.
The last lap is here; I am getting so tired.
My buddy’s behind me, the one I admire.
We’re now side by side with the finish line near.
I make a mistake, not a crash, but severe.
He gets the flag first so I get second place.
I high-five his hand, with a smile on my face.
He’s too fast today, and I just can’t beat him.
I think I can win, the next time that I meet him.
We’re driving toward home, and I don’t want to speak.
I’m imagining crossing the line first next week.
