My Bikes-Personal Narrative

My sister and I were going to race, and we were getting ready. We both had our bikes out and we had our knee pads on. Well me and my sister we're gonna race we were getting. Ready to race and then we were trying to prepared because where we live had . My sister was 11, and she is a year younger than me. She has long reddish hair and she is tall for her age. I had long brown hair, and I am average for my age. Like a mountain from top to bottom that you can.
Ride in and we set are bike but there. By my house there was a mountain from top to bottom that you can ride. We rode our bikes to the top to prepare for the race. They weren’t just no ordinary bikes;hey were mountain bikes, good for climbing up the rough street. Straight up we went, all they way to the top. Well it was pretty great getting out bikes ready at the top, but we were kinda tired . Why? The whole trailer park is down a steep incline. Making it to the top is tiring.
And well we did we were ready to go . Down as fast as we can non stop the speed .
Then we went down fast it was like. Non stop fast we had so much speed in. The air going to us and the bikes just going. Fast we didn't have breaks. That was the hard and nasty part of my problem. But we were going down pretty fast it was. Wild and crazy as you might as well. Imagine it how crazy it was with no breaks you can crazy or hit yourself somewhere right ! And that's what