My Bikes-Personal Narrative

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

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

The first time I ever rode a dirt bike was when I was the age ten and then I never rode another one until I was fifteen years old. This is relevant because to learn how to ride a dirtbike takes time and help from others. My father had been riding dirt bikes and quads since he was a child, so when I needed help I looked up to him. I was clueless on how to operate a dirt bike until I asked my dad for help. Now I can ride a motorized bike with no problem!

I’m alone in a dark, murky world. All I feel right now is cold, anxious, and…scared. I’m already too tired to run. I’m shaking within a pitch black world. Then I hear someone’s voice in the distance.

One sunny day I woke up and got out of bed and went into my mom and dad's room. I say, “Can we go buy my Dirt bike now?”

When I was six years old on a foggy day in june 2010 I was in a dark and upset mood. Not only was I frustrated that I had a cast on my leg and couldn’t do anything fun, I was in a gloomy mood. I had spent the morning inside on my couch playing video games like ratchet and clank, and arguing with my parents over my attitude. Around noon my Dad Owen and my Mom Tracy called me and my younger brother Reese out to our front deck. We were curious because we didn’t know what they had wanted us for after all, I was playing video games and my brother who loves lego was playing with lego. When we were out the front door and

Growing up I wanted to get a motorcycle so badly. Every birthday, every Christmas I would ask and bug the heck out of my parents to get me a motorcycle. And one lucky day I got what I always wanted. my first dirtbike was a CRF 100 that was brand new, still had the tire stickers on it and all, I loved that bike. The day I got my motorcycle my dad went into the shop to get a new tire for his bike, when he left the store I had a brand new motorcycle. A beautiful red Honda, a Honda that was 103cc to be exact.

Trophies, broken bones, popularity is always hard when you're in BMX. Because of all the hobbies that is going on, I am always gone that I can't even go to BMX. All the hobbies that is going on for me is just too much. Ok, I'll keep talking. So here's all of the other things that would have to go through just to have it work.

During the summer of 2011, my father returned from Afghanistan. He saved some money while he was deployed and he took us to the motorcycle dealer to buy two 4wheelers for us. While at the dealer we picked the two 4wheeleres and loaded them in our trailer. We took them home, filled them with gas, and got ready for the next day. The next day, my dad, mom, my sisters, and I headed to Penrose, CO. Penrose is about 45 minutes from home. We went to Penrose Commons, an area that is open to the public to ride any off-road vehicles and motorcycles.

Learning something new every day seems extremely boring to high school students. But, looking back to when we were younger, it was very exciting for some of us. One of the roughest things I had to learn was riding a bike. I was excited to learn how to ride a bike without training wheels, so I could be like my brother and father. The thing I didn’t know is that I would be a confident and adventurous person. I learned that doing what your parents says is the safest way to doing anything.

Writing as subject and as a skill is difficult to practice and hard to learn if you are anything like me. Particularly, it is hard to sit down and just write without interruption, especially if it does not come naturally to you. Mix the natural predisposition to not be a writer and difficulty dealing with procrastination, you get a student such as myself who ends up enjoying writing even less the more it is performed. However, the task of becoming a better writer and enjoying the process to your maximum ability, is aided by taking American Sweat with Sam Shupe. Throughout the course this semester, I have recognized my own writing and been able to successfully improve my ability to write as well as my ability to plan papers and research. Through methods used in my papers in drafts over the duration of the course I can show improvement and development of my writing.

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.

Riding a bike has always been one of my greatest challenges of my young life. It was a childhood dream of mine to be able successfully ride the green Cannondale Hybrid I had seen in an episode of Tony Hawk’s trick moves displayed on television. In order to achieve this wish of mine, I painstakingly walked seven miles all around my neighborhood to

We rode the old rusty three seated bike to the edge of town where the road got rough and had almost deteriorated away, just little peices of road scattered for miles.We got off the bike and began walking we walked for what seemed to be 10 miles But we finally got to the top of the steps that everyone at school had been talking about. We looked down the long stairway and saw nothing after 10 feet. It was so dark that even our flash light only helped us to see 15 feet. I took the first step down the old brick stairs, behind me was James and after him was Brandon. We got down the first 10 steps, then realised how long it really was. We took a few more steps, then out of no where Brandon slipped on a loose brick he cam tumbling down on top of James, we went tumbling down the stairs it seemed like that we were tumbling before we were finally at the bottom of the stairs and hit solid ground