Short Bike Story

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As fast as the wind, I was riding my bicycle in the park. I had just left my home a few minutes ago. I am a germophobic, and sadly forgot to disinfect the handlebars of the bike. I am now training for the biannual biker’s meet. Some of the bikers that are competing and I are not compatible together. When we see each other, we always have a stare down. I usually bike at the Post Meridian Park. It is given the name, because it is only open in the afternoon. I’m constantly offered a job, but instead of turning the offer down I postpone the meetings. Sometimes I have no option, so I am forced to go to the conferences that they hold. I believe that I’m an extraordinary biker, and always looking for more challenges. In the art of being an athlete (biker) we always need to be searching for extraneous solutions if something doesn’t work out. The Activists are a group of people trying to achieve a goal, and I am one of them. If the bikers found out about this they will treat me with inequity. A few years ago, the bikers were riding their bikes on the same road the activists were driving their car. Long story short, one of the bikers came in front of the car and causing the car to swerve into the lake. The car was totally submerged in a matter of minutes. They were rivals ever since. The supervisor for the biking movement almost caught me at one of the activist’s meeting one day. I would have been in the hospital debilitating in health if he had actually caught me. The next day, the lies were eating up the inside of me so I conceded to the supervisor about my secret life, and kicked me out of the movement. I later joined another biker club in Colorado.
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