I walked out the front door of our country home. I went to the rusty garage to grab my freshly waxed silver helmet, and bright green gloves for the races today. Then my brother and I rode our bikes to the track. Today was a beautiful day for dirt biking. My brother and I admired the track because it had been professionally prepared, and other racers provided excellent competition.
When my brother and I started a set of laps, I was determined to beat him to the finish line. He and I raced out of the first turn, running side by side, I looked over at him an arm's distance away. When I looked over, he looked into my eyes. At that instant, he knew I was going to try to beat him. I heard his dirt bike's engine race up to a faster speed. He was beginning to get ahead of me. I knew he was not going to let me pass him easily. .
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Coming into the next turn, I caught up to my little brother again. When roaring through the turn and into the series of jumps, I took the lead. Since all of the other twenty-four racers were on the track at the same time, it added an extra degree of difficulty. Throughout the next five laps, my brother and I toyed with each other; unfortunately, neither one of us was able to take a firm lead. Passing other racers, jumping dirt jumps, and racing through hairpin turns did not seem to scare either me or my little brother.
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On lap six, I was about fifteen yards ahead of my little brother. I could see the finish line a distance away. As I rolled over a huge jump, I saw a downed racer at the bottom. I had to swerve to the left to avoid hitting him. When I passed the downed racer, I could hear the other racers closing in behind me. The racers' dirt bikes sounded like an angry swarm of bees trying to attack me. My little brother was in second place and was closing in fast as I went through the last couple of jumps. .
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He eventually caught up to me in the second-to-last turn. He and I raced through the turn.