Bikes: A Narrative Fiction

I got my first bike for Christmas, it was blue and black with medium sized wheels with designs on them. It was a calm winter day and my dad decided he wanted to teach me how to ride the new bike I got. At first they had training wheels because I was just getting started. I thought it was going to be simple riding with training wheels because it looked like it would help me balance easier.

I tried to get up and make my way over to the window. As I sat up, my head started to throb from the sudden movement, and I had to clear it before I could move anymore. I must have been hit hard over the head for it to hurt like that, I realized. I checked for blood as I moved to stand, and found none.

Exposition: Have you ever had your bike stop out of nowhere, and you not know why? Pedaling but not moving anywhere. Feeling stuck, or even tipping over! Ouch, that really hurts! One morning I was my own savior. It was when I learned how to fix a chain on a bicycle wheel.

I yelled out over the lookout and I heard a faint echo of a voice back and it wasn’t mine it was Trent, our lead rider who had rode ahead with my brother. All I heard was him faintly saying “Come quick Little John went over the mountain”. As soon as I heard Trent’s bike start, he was coming back the trail to where we where at. He arrived about a minute later my parents and their friends who had come with us were waiting with our helmets on. We headed down the trail and we came to a split between the green trail (easiest trail) that we were riding on and a blue trail (harder trail) which Jonathan and Trent had went down we stopped and my dad took my fourwheeler because it had a winch and headed down the blue trail.

After school ended,I met Kamal at his motorcyle."Are you the one who took my assignment paper?",I asked him.He just ignored my question and keep himself silent."I said, did you take my assignment paper or not?!"I said as i grabbed his shoulder."It's not me."Do you have proof that I'm the one who took your paper?" He answered."I'm not gonna let you go if you are the one who did it",I tried to make him spill the truth."Whatever, I'm out of here",he rode his bike and left me.I went home and searched for it.After hours of searched, I asked my mother if she saw my paper.She said that she put it above the refrigerator because it was lying around.I felt so dumb because accusing Kamal taking my

When I was younger my dad used to teach me how to ride my bike, first we started with training wheels until I had the basics down. Then when I was done with the training wheels we would ride in the back yard of my old house, which was muddy and bumpy. He would push me and tell me to keep my balance and keep both of my hands on the handle bars. But that was kind of complicated because of how muddy and bumpy it was in the backyard. Over and over again I would fall of the bike but I would always get back up and try again because I was no quitter. Then the next day my parents told me we were moving to another house and I didn't know what to think and that night I slept in there room. The next morning we went to the new house and I got on my bike

I stepped onto the bike. I remembered everything my father had taught me while riding in the tennis courts -- every

I was in Elk city and I decided I wanted a dirt bike. Me and my father were talking about this bike that would work for me. We talked about what If I wanted to a trail bike or a motocross bike. We talked about prices to how long it will last me. I thought for a long time and decided that I just wanted a motorbike.

I have about 15 more minutes. The instruction manual made that clear. I finally find the door and throw it open to blackness. Toes smashing into glass, hips banging against wood, but palm is craving metal. Come on, I know it’s here. Fingers rifle through brain that has never felt this hollow, cobwebbed filing cabinet. Left? Right? I know it is hanging from the ceiling. I’m turning around for a flashlight when the cord dangles right into my hand. “Aha!” I can’t help but shout as I yank the metal loop. My eyes instantly squeeze closed as the fluorescent shine pools through the narrow room.

Even though I knew the risks of riding a bike, I never really expected that anything would ever happen to me. Even though I am always aware of my surroundings, I wear my helmet and ride in the designated bike areas, I found myself lying on the ground confused and hurt. A driver had reached for something in his car and hit me. Luckily, they stopped to see if I was okay and gave me their information. I waited their for the ambulance with mixed thoughts in my head. One was focusing on how expensive this is going to be and what am I gonna do about the bills and the other half of me is trying to pretend that my leg is not broken. Turns out my leg was broken, and the bills did come as high as I thought they would. I filed a claim with the drivers

and internal restrictions we’ve never had a serious accident. We’ve only ever had a chipped tooth… that was caused by having open face helmets which we’ve since replaced with full face helmets. Other industries have had an extremely bad reputation, and I’m not denying that but ours had a very good reputation for safety” SES volunteer

I was eight years old when I dreamt of the time I would race in the Full Throttle motorsport competition. When I was nine years old, my dad bought me a mini blue Suzuki 50cc dirt bike. I rode on it everyday day after school for at least two hours in the woods right behind my house. It was the most exciting and exhilarating feeling I ever felt. Riding as fast as I could with the wind blowing against my face and dodging every tree branch that was hanging below my head. I grew more and more in love with riding and could not wait until the day I could purchase my first real motorcycle.

My mom told me not to ride my bike because the chain was all messed up and I was so impatient that I couldn’t wait to ride it. As we were playing we were enjoying our self, having so much fun and there were other kids in the neighborhood also and we were all playing around with them too.

In a sec, my feet slam the ground and my right ankle coils and skids to a stop. When I step away from the bike, I wince as a sharp pain runs up my right leg and ankle. In an instant, I’m seated on the ground. I unlace my shoes, peeved. I gaze up at Doris.

After early morning breakfast in Hotel, transfer to New Delhi Railway Station to board the Train to Chandigarh .