Biking Competition

Donnie wanted to do some cycling, but he did not know how. The 20 second window to be taught was something that became discouraging. Although he really wanted to learn how. It would become a pasttime that he could ill afford. One that he wanted to relive over and over. Something that in time he would master.

Another window he would create would be an outing on his tricycle. The bicycle and tricycle were a gift from his great uncle. A present that would send him places he had never been before, 0r ever wanted to. He would go inside of a five and dime store in the future and the past, and change the love of cycling for good.

Time was not on his side as he would see more in comparison to the minute hand of life itself. A destiny that would send him over the edge and would split his mind in two. Cycling was his passion and would remain so forever in his mind. To continue what he would start in his entire lifetime. They were the loves' of his life. Each one contained a reminder of what he had become. They also changed his memory of bicycle trivia and meager thoughts of paranoia that he could not control anymore. On the contrary time slipped by until he was unsure of himself.

The worms were eating the tread on the tires. They liked to squirm through the rust and brake fluid. Destroying the bicycle in the process. Donnie did not like that part, he enjoyed having his bike in one piece for the race. Higher than a kite he was, maybe he didn't see the worms at all. Maybe it was just something that he had heard of on the radio. That would make a lot of sense. A sense that would lift his spirits and get control of his worst fears.

Once upon a time there was a bike race. A race that would end all of the races for good. Sometimes this was a good thing. It was not what Donnie was expecting. And this sent him reeling through a tough time. Where he could not figure himself out. He had to concentrate on training for the race. If he did not then he would win at all. Something that he was not looking forward to.

The raisins were a source of fiber, vitamins, and minerals, for his training. Donnie enjoyed eating them. He added them to his regimen and was not lacking in the muscle department. Lean and mean was how he rolled. And the ladies enjoyed it. Sometimes he would add almonds to it to mix it up. Almonds and raisins were yummy. He would grease up the bike chain with it in the process.

Answering to the protocol, he loved being ignored. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. Something that he learned to enjoy through the game of sarcasm. It boosted his ego and sent him into a false bravado. His fans were going to love him. Otherwise he would shave his head and become a monk, if he won the race.

Wondering how he would finish the race, he became a raging narcissist. That was not a good thing. His family supported him in everything that he did. And this was a good thing. They gave him something that he missed for awhile. Otherwise he would have to get a new family to impress. Sometimes he missed his first family and he did not want to upset his second one, that would be a big mistake.

This is the end or is it?