My Bike Experience

Amy Lyles Wilson father’s passed away and left her mom widowed. Her mom now had to deal with not only grief but learning to do many things that she had never done before. She was a fast learner so learning how to do things she’s never done before wasn’t hard, it just took courage. For example, pump her own gas or any car mechanics but even throughout the obstacles that her mom had been challenged with after her dad passed away she learned that always, and she means always, you keep going.

As a child, we fought, yell, and got each other’s nerves. But as we grew older, we learned to value and respect each other's decision and our sister bonds. Not only that, she’s the first person to ever graduate from college in my family and the first in the second generation. I respect her because she’s my sister and she’s my role model. For example, she helps me get through high school with a helping hand. She helped me find what classes to pick and when I was preparing for college. She looks out for me, is a person whom I can count on, a person I can trust, and a person who I can look up to. That’s why she is the person I

Have you ever wondered how people on dirtbikes keep their balance while going at such fast speeds and riding in mud and dirt? Have you ever wondered if you would be able to ride a dirt bike? You can learn how to dirt bike by used these four steps kickstarting, clutch and shifting, riding, and braking. These four steps should help you learn how to ride a dirt bike.

     There are two basic types of motorcycles. One type is made for riding on smooth

When I acquired my first dirt bike, at the age ten, It was like trying to start a car without a key. I had no idea how to put it into first gear or how to shift after the bike started to move. My first dirt bike was a vibrant red color with various chips of paint missing throughout the bike. The hardest part to a dirt bike is learning how to use the clutch at the right time. My first time releasing the clutch i gave it way too much gas and looped the bike.

The skin on my left hip was almost completely scraped off, but I was going to do it again. I wasn’t going to give up. Gaining speed down the hill with a huge smile on my face, I knew that I would get it this time. As I quickly turned the bike’s handlebars, my shoe laces got caught in the pedal. At the age of five, I was unaware of Newton’s first law of motion: An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. I flew off my bike and hit the ground full force, slid across the pavement, and came to a stop. I told myself that I needed to learn how to ride this bike, and my final attempt, after many hours outside, turned out successful. My mother says she remembers the moment when I walked through the door of my house and stood in the kitchen, insisting that I taught myself how to ride a two-wheeler. I was bloodied

My aunt whom just so happened to be one of my role models passed away. I was devastated. Not only was I confused, but I was lost as well. A woman I looked up to was gone forever. I missed a few days of school and starting falling behind on work. It took me awhile to process my aunt's’ death. I finally realized that I have to move on. I knew that she would not approve of me being sad. I started remembering all of the positive memories my aunt left behind. I gained a tremendous amount of knowledge from her. Until this day, I carry what she taught me everywhere I go. I strive harder to make her

In fifth grade I found out my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t fully understand what it meant at the time, but as I got older I understood the severity of the situation my mother had to face. Eight surgeries and seven years later she is cancer free but still faces severe nerve damage and lots of doctors appointments and physical therapy. This put strains on me to take care of her and to do everything in my power to make her day easier by having one less thing to worry about: me. This was, and continues to be my driving force and motivation in school, my extra curriculars, and every day life choices.

Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could

I just want to have fun!” I yelled at her. She didn’t respond to that. She just walked downstairs, and told my parents couldn’t go. I sat in my room angry and depressed, thinking about how much fun my friends had without me. It turned out that lots of ice formed over the mountain, and it had become even more dangerous than it was before. Even though I still knew about this, I didn’t even thank my sister for pretty much saving my life. From that day on, I have shown as much appreciation and love as I can to her. Even though I still feel annoyed that my friends had lots of fun without me there, I understand the reason my sister didn’t let me go; it was just to protect me. I really started to realize how much I really appreciated my sister after she left for college. The day she was leaving, a sudden feeling of melancholy occurred in my stomach. I realized I had never appreciated my sister for the good things she had done for me, only for the bad

My dad is a firm believer in learning through experience. They both looked at me and my dad said, “Get on.” After putting on the dirt bike outfit mom and grandma gave I jumped on the bike. My dad Kneeled down at me and started talking about how to go stop turn shift and all I heard was go and stop. So now it was time I looked the part and have the cool bike now the pressure was on. We started it up and I pulled on the throttle and it started moving. I was doing well

I woke up in an ambulance with no idea what was happening, and I will never fully remember what happened that day, but I stayed strong with the help of family and loved ones. Along the way I was brought down often, because things in my life were different , but I made it through those tough times. Even now, as I write this essay, I feel the pain that started nearly five years ago. But that is just the thing, I am here to write this essay, my family and I were told that I may not be able to walk, write, or talk, but here I am. I never gave up, even in the darkest of times, but it was those exact times that have changed me to be who I am today. We cannot forget our past, but we must embrace it in our everyday lives and accept it as our own. My experiences have changed me, and they can change you too, and don’t you think that this is good for us

Learning to ride a bicycle is not as easy as it sounds. I was around the age of ten when my mother and I decided it was time for me to get rid of those silly training wheels. Frightened as I was I had not considered the disadvantages of this experience. I have seen kids learn to ride bicycles for the first time and they always ended up with cuts and bruises. After breaking down the advantages and disadvantages, I realized it was going to have to happen one way or another so my mother collected the materials in order to proceed. First of all we chose a safe location. The street besides my house was perfect it was a dead end. My mother took the tools and tossed out those training wheels off my bike. I had put on the helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. It was time to start and I was petrified. My mother then lifted me up and placed me on my bicycle as she held me from the back of the seat. I felt a hard push and startled ,and felt as if the entire world was about to collapse on my chest. All I could do was pedal, but my mind could not think as quick as I anticipated. As a

New things to me always scared me away, and riding a bike was no exception at all. After I changed into my brother’s old racing clothes, I went outside to get on my bike. I was struggling to sit on the seat of the bike and keep it balanced. After, I finally got adjusted comfortably my father came over and handed me a helmet. He helped me get to the end of our bumpy driveway.

Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because