We started to ride up to the mountains. I had to ride up a bunch of cement hills. I could not turn my shifter
and we had to stop and my Dad fixed it. On the steep hills Dad kept telling me to pedal hard and told me to keep
it smooth. The bike will start rocking back and forth if I did not pedal smooth or if I stood up.
We finally got to the dirt and I got to take a break while Dad kept pedaling. Every time we got to a hill I
would have to start pedaling again. The trail was very bumpy and muddy. We climbed up some more hills and finally
went downhill. I told Dad to slow down and he said brakes did not work, but he was just kidding really. He hit
the brakes and we slowed down in time for a sharp curve.
We took a break by a waterfall and got some water and I played with my big dog for a little bit. We got back
on the bike and went down the trail. It was very hard getting back because I was tired and it was starting to get
cold. I got all dirty and wet because Dad kept pedaling through the mud. We went through the stream and I got off
the bike a lot and walked across.
Dad went too close to a tree and the back of the bike crashed into tree. I hurt my foot, but not too bad.
Another time I rocked the bike too hard and it made Dad crash off the trail and we almost fell into the
When we got home we were wet, cold, muddy, and proud because we had a good time. I looked in the mirror and I
saw dirt and mud all over my face and on my jacket. We got a cookie for a treat.