Jutter, Jutter, Jutter!
I feel my blue and white bike twist, turn and the pedals rush round fast, like something's shaking me as I skid passed. I'm on the grey foot path, next to the road. I can see many colorful leaves falling, I better keep looking forward. At that moment my bike becomes heavy, I'm going down the hill at the end of the foot path. Turning round now, I curve round onto the wavy grass.
Carrying on back home.