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Post by jason taylor on Nov 15, 2008 11:15:41 GMT -6
The weekend, no better feeling then getting up early on a Saturday morning and going out to have some early morning fun. As usual Jason was going to go Mountain biking at one of the best trails in Seattle, Myrtle Edwards Park. Getting out of bed he walked over to his bathroom, washed his face, hands and then brushed his teeth. Currently it was 5 am in the morning, and chances were it was going to be a bit foggy up at the top of the trail but that only made the view that much better when the fog cleared out. Who wouldn't want to be riding down the side of a mountain when all of a sudden you can see the lake through a break in the clouds? He wasn't sure but he wasn't going to miss it, these types of things are what he lived for, thrill and adventure.
Walking over to his closet he put on some shorts, a shirt, jacket, and then grabbed some socks; sitting down on his bed he quickly put his socks and shoes on, and now was ready to go. Walking to his living room he grabbed his keys, got his bike from the corner of the room and headed out. He would ride his bike to Myrtle Edwards Park, but once he was there he was going to walk to the top and ride down. If he was right about how long it would take, he would be at the top by 6 am, and currently it was 5:15 am. Getting his helmet off the table, he put it on and headed out, and once outside of his building he rode his bike to the park.
Once he was at Edwards park, it was a short bike ride to the top following the paths but on the way up he would walk. What was the point in riding down if you were going to ride up? He didn't see the point, so he would take the extra few minutes and walk up. After about twenty to thirty minutes he reached the top, and just like he thought it was still foggy...looking down he checked his watch and it was two minutes to six...Hoping onto his bike, he adjusted his helmet, pulled up the sleeves to his jacket and was ready to go now. Getting to the edge of the mountain biking path, he looked down at the winding road, this was going to be fun, and if he was right the fog should clear up in about twenty minutes so you could see the lake. All he was waiting for now was someone to join him. Why? Well everything is always more fun when you are in competition with someone, and racing down this mountain to the bottom against someone can only make the thrill of mountain biking that much more fun. If no one showed up in ten minutes he would go alone but for now he was going to wait. So in the meantime he reached down, grabbed the water bottle attached to the bike and took a drink, this should be a real adrenaline rush, and the fog would definitely make it more intense.
Word Count: 587 Note: Remember it is 6 am!!!
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Post by evelyn thompson on Nov 23, 2008 1:34:53 GMT -6
Evelyn woke up with a sense of urgency and adventure. She looked at the digital clock beside her bed. It was a few minutes before 6 am. She quickly got up from her bed ran into her bathroom, brushed and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, washed her face then brushed her teeth. She needed some fresh air and some fun and now was a good a time as any. She walked back to her to her room and quickly got dressed then rushed around and got ready to go out to the park.
She'd drive there and then take her bike up the path and then ride it down again. She loved the early morning. She locked her front door and ran to her car. Then she drove to the park and got her bike and helmet out. She pulled her sweat shirt off her body leaving only her tank top, form fitting jean shorts and her socks and tennis shoes. She quickly walked up the bike path and found that she wasn't the only one who had the early morning bike ride idea.
She stopped a few feet away from the guy and carefully checked him over. He was much to her surprise a very handsome guy. She sat on her bike and put on her helmet then looked at the guy again and said, " Hi, I'm Evelyn." She held out her hand ready to shake his if he looked her way.
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