By Isabelle Gieder
My tires whiz as I zip down the mountain, darting through rock and sticks. I lean into a turn and whip my bike around. I see a jump in front of me. I steady the bike and pump. I launch off of the jump. Time seems to slow as I fly through the air, everything is silent, as if the world is waiting. When my tire hits the ground, I hear multiple “Yews” and “You go girls!”
I let myself smile, I did it.
