Descriptive Essay on Crashing While Cycling
1. Acquainted with the night
I have been acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain
I have out walked the furthest city light
I have looked down the saddest city lane
I have passes by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes unwilling to explain Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost
I slowly emerge from my slumber to the escalating sound of my alarm clock.
The door creaks as I turn with the flashlight around the corner. I navigate my way to the front door and slowly close it behind me. I put on my skin -tight cycling kit and start to push my bike to the gate. I look up and am acquainted with the still dark night sky staring at me…
The air is still misty and a slight breeze hits to signal the storm ahead. I clip in and slowly start to free wheel down the gradual hill. I meet up with the group and we greet one another. We are all advised of what the different non verbal gestures imply and to be vigilant on the road at all times, and then we set off in groups.
As we cycle through the suburbs, we turn our heads from side to side looking down the deserted roads, trying not to attract attention. Our pupils are still exposed to the pitch black of the night and are getting bigger and bigger trying to absorb as much light as possible to see the way forward.
We stride forward two abreast. Our lungs are scorched with the ever growing cold of the air, piercing them grasping at every gasp of air. Lights are now starting to appear around us, signalling that the city is slowly waking up.
The sky is still dark and we have switched on our bicycle lights to illuminate our way. Now, for miles ahead we can see the blinking of red lights in the distance speeding past us.
I meet up with the main road and start to wipe the sweat from my brow and adjust my glasses. The air is chilly and I see the watchman on his beat wrapped in a blanket trying desperately to keep warm. We near our first climb of the morning cycle. I lock
I have been acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain
I have out walked the furthest city light
I have looked down the saddest city lane
I have passes by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes unwilling to explain Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost
I slowly emerge from my slumber to the escalating sound of my alarm clock.
The door creaks as I turn with the flashlight around the corner. I navigate my way to the front door and slowly close it behind me. I put on my skin -tight cycling kit and start to push my bike to the gate. I look up and am acquainted with the still dark night sky staring at me…
The air is still misty and a slight breeze hits to signal the storm ahead. I clip in and slowly start to free wheel down the gradual hill. I meet up with the group and we greet one another. We are all advised of what the different non verbal gestures imply and to be vigilant on the road at all times, and then we set off in groups.
As we cycle through the suburbs, we turn our heads from side to side looking down the deserted roads, trying not to attract attention. Our pupils are still exposed to the pitch black of the night and are getting bigger and bigger trying to absorb as much light as possible to see the way forward.
We stride forward two abreast. Our lungs are scorched with the ever growing cold of the air, piercing them grasping at every gasp of air. Lights are now starting to appear around us, signalling that the city is slowly waking up.
The sky is still dark and we have switched on our bicycle lights to illuminate our way. Now, for miles ahead we can see the blinking of red lights in the distance speeding past us.
I meet up with the main road and start to wipe the sweat from my brow and adjust my glasses. The air is chilly and I see the watchman on his beat wrapped in a blanket trying desperately to keep warm. We near our first climb of the morning cycle. I lock