Candy Cranks

I’ve always been fairly lucky. I mean I’ve never felt like the world was against me or anything. well not until…

I was standing there before the race had started.I saw a sea of Males anticipating the get go. Maps flapping and beer twirling. My big eyes circled the street. The bikes created a movement of butterflies within my stomach. The same kind you may get on a first date. I saw Green ones. Blue ones. Pink ones. They were beautiful.

I imagined matching the bikes with the people around. Wondering if I had guessed it right and hoping no-one had noticed me.

Avanti Avanti!!

“Shit!” I raced to find my back. I was the last one to have my gloves on. Why didn’t I put them on earlier! Suddenly the males were gone. With three other females and a whale of a cheer from by standers, we speed up the street in the opposite direction to the males.

I was in luck. It had been raining all week but not now. The moon and lights of the dark night were glistening against the moist roads. I watched in amazement at the drunken splatter of a Saturday night. I was appreciating the homely, snug feeling of being on my bike and enjoying the friendly meeting of two other female cyclists. I was loving this ride and nothing was going to stop me. I was going to win!

I’ve always been fairly lucky. I mean I’ve never felt like the world was against me or anything. Well not until.. I’d just left the first check point. “Arghh” I forget to get my card – it was a bloody Ace too! I was going to be spewing about this all night. What a joke!

Last ones back. I felt my cheeks go red as we pulled up in front of the masses of males who looked as if they’d just gone for a sunday stroll in the park. I tried to duck off into the corner to escape them. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Oh darn one had found me. “I think this is yours” he said. I looked up into his eyes as he shoved a card into my hand and left. I turned the card over….to find my Ace

I felt as though my legs were going to snap. I was so worn out. I stood around as they called out winners. My name was among them. A Royal Flush they yelled. I crawled through the crowd of applause to meet face to face with the event Magician. I couldn’t quite make out the words but figured I’d been standing here too long. Did I miss him tell me to leave? I slapped their hands quickly for a thank you and then worried that my legs wouldn’t last any longer, I turned to make my run for it. Pushed in all directions, I heard a whale of laughter. Oh they weren’t finished. Hat, TShirt, Bum pack – Snap Snap Snap. My eyes blinked from the flash. I looked down at my worn out bum pack and smiled at my luck.

Royal Flush Event by Le Pista Resistance