I was walking with my bike to the crash course zone. It was a party that occurs once every month down by the beach. There were ramps and training courses everywhere. See, where we live, it's all about fitness. It's like having the olympics EVERY DAY. As I pulled up with my bike I was introduced to bikers everywhere. I was nowhere near being as good as them, in fact, this was my first time going! I decided to skip the ropes course and go straight for the biking. I watched as loads of people ramped and did cool tricks afterward. I got in line. After awhile I started to get really nervous. Then it was my turn. I hopped on my bike and sped toward the ramp. I ramped it perfectly, doing a wheelie at the end. I swerved my bike around and got back in line. That was when I noticed everyone staring at me.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"The perfect ramp and wheelie!"
I shrugged. "Beginners luck."
"No, that wasn't luck. I have never in my days seen someone as good as you."
"Thanks!"
Then all of a sudden a couple people walked over to me and picked me up and started cheering for me.
Then I woke up.