The Lethal Ridge Ride

Today I have been focusing on a story that I have already completed named The Ridge. I changed the name of it for my story and I had to write what I thought the man was seeing, here is the link for the video, I advise watching the video before reading my writing.

The Ridge

The Lethal Ridge Ride.

I was sailing across a sea of mirrors, I was going north trying to find the most fatal challenge ever. I had found land and massive bumpy rocks that were almost as tall as Mount. Everest!  The lethal mountains were staring at me like they had a grin on them, but they didn’t, I just had an imaginative mind.

I got my bike out and rode it like I was trying to tame a donkey with two legs!  I rode across rutted rocks like they were keen crystals trying to blitz!  I found two rocks that I had to jump over to get across, of course, I did not fear because I worship challenges.  I jump across the rocks like it was nothing, I ultimately found a trail that wasn’t bumpy, but that lasted for a little amount of time.  

I climbed up the precipitous rocks with my bike, hoping to be a legend, It’s easy jumping up these rocks, I want more challenge and I want it now.  I looked to see how lofty I was above the floor of the earth, I was about 100+ ft above the ground!  I had to carry my bike across a cliffside because I had known that it was going to be unfeasible to jump up all these colossal-like rocks and because there was no clear trail for me to go on.  

Once I was at the top, I had taken a break and stared at the beautiful view.  It looked like there were vanilla icing on the mountains, and the sky had white cotton candy in it.  I stopped staring and rode down the ridge like I was falling from the sky, it was fast, but unstable, something I finally had in mind.  When I got to the bottom I had already gotten really tired out, I had taken a break from biking, because I had been biking all day so I sat down in the sand, wondering what a great time I had.