Fall

Riding down the Cuddles A-Line is like jumping off a cliff

The A-line is moving beneath your tyres as it shoots you to Earth

Your Stomach is as empty as a hollow tree trunk as it leaves your guts behind

Your mind flickers off as you stay planted on the pedals and let the G-Force take over

You dread crashing as the wind pours over your whole body, as you plumet to the ground

As you roll over the edge, you can’t see the ground

You just trust the bike

And Fall.