Once, not so long ago, there was a boy named James, who desperately wanted a bike. However, his parents were too poor to buy him one, so he decided to fashion a hodgepodge bike from the leftovers of junked cycles. The hodgepodge bike wasn’t quite the same as a new bike, but it still worked for James.
One day, word reached James that there was going to be a bike race at his town in one month. He decided to enter, because first prize was a new bike. Every day, he practiced endlessly, learning all sorts of tricks like sharp turns, riding with no hands, and even riding on one wheel.
At the starting line, James glanced around at the other riders. All of their bikes were shiny and new. He looked down at his own rusty, hodgepodge bike and felt his cheeks grow hot. Although he knew that his chances of winning were near impossible, he still felt compelled to try.
One day, word reached James that there was going to be a bike race at his town in one month. He decided to enter, because first prize was a new bike. Every day, he practiced endlessly, learning all sorts of tricks like sharp turns, riding with no hands, and even riding on one wheel.
At the starting line, James glanced around at the other riders. All of their bikes were shiny and new. He looked down at his own rusty, hodgepodge bike and felt his cheeks grow hot. Although he knew that his chances of winning were near impossible, he still felt compelled to try.