Bike race on the day of independence of Indonesia

My name is Rizki Mulia Nanda. I was born in Aceh on March 22, 1996. I am the second of three children. I live in Aceh. I am now studying at the Polytechnic, majoring in Civil Engineering. I have a fun story about bike racing.

      Friends, Independence Day last year I joined the cycling race. Actually the race was followed by many participants because the race was fun, but I'm still excited to join the race. The bike is like my best friend. No day without a bike I feel no friends at all. Every day I clean, I give oil not to rust and I go everywhere. Me and my bike are like beetles and flowers are always at the same time.

      I'm looking forward to the cycling race. My parents gave me advice, saying '' Do not think we will always win '' I asked '' Why is that, yah? '' My father fell silent. My friends also encouraged me, '' Good Luck Rizki! '' I nodded with a smile.

      This is the day I will give a gift for my bike. I'm pat-tapping like a parent to take his son into the battlefield. Until the time came to race. Tiittt ...... whistle sign begins long shrill. I'm on a bike. My hands are ready to hold the stangnya, my legs are ready to pedal pedal. And wus ... wus ... wus ... ku paddle as hard as I can. And finally I passed the finish line. I cheered and shouted "Hooray ... I won!" This is a gift for my bike that always drove me wherever I go.

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