My Experience With A Bicycle

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.

It all started on Diamond Hill Rd it was a cold and dark night, my brother and I was riding our bikes. Since I had just learned to ride my bike, my parents did not want me to ride on the road. The street he drove on had cars that would ride through there all the time. My brother and I were riding down the road with our neighbors on our bike when a dark blue suv started backing up, and I was ahead of everyone because they kept on stopping to talk to each other, so I slammed right into the car and flew far.

It was one of the best days of my life and soon one of the saddest days. When I was 5 years old I got one of the best gifts any kid good ask for. I’ve always wanted one and was so glad when I laid eyes on her. Before I go into detail why not just start from the very beginning. One evening, my little brother and I was watching tv with my mama when I heard my mama talking to my dad on the phone saying “what you mean you have a surprise?” When I heard that, I knew that It had to be something really intriguing. Minutes later I could hear the sound of the tires running over rocks and an engine running. It turns out that It was my daddy pulling into the driveway, so I had gotten even more anxious to find out exactly what the surprise was. My mama, brother, and I all waited in the living room, ready to find out exactly what my daddy was surprising us with. He finally walked in but in his hand was a box with holes in the top.

Around seven I got a call from my mom telling me and my brother it's time to come home. When we got home we still were riding around. So I went off a curb and my front tire fell off! I flew over my handle bars. I tried to save myself by landing on my hands but I landed on my wrist weird and my chin hit the ground. My bike landed on my back so I push it off and get up. I see my tire rolling away and

2:When i was in kindergarten i was play with my dog in the back yard and ran to the porch at my old house and my dog jumped on me i tripped on his water bowl and fell on a tractor blade as i was falling i hit the blade and it went through my lip i started to bleed everywhere my dad heard me screaming and pulled me off the tractor blade and got me inside my mom who's a nurse came running with a rag to stop the bleeding on the ride there i lost enough blood to cover my dads trucks floor when we got there i was rushed to the emergency room to get stitches it took five people to pin me down when i got out of the hospital i could only drink smoothies for four weeks

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.

We took off riding down the hill. He was in front of me more and more, so I took my foot off the brakes. I started zooming down the hill even faster. It seemed like it was slow motion. I was beating him but I was too excited to control myself. I forgot to press on the brakes as I passed the finish line. I hit the speed bump fast and I flew off my scooter. I looked up to my building and I saw my mom walking out as I was in the middle of the air. I fell on my arm and the shock took my breath away. This was the first time I had ever felt any real pain.

It was a beautiful sunny Friday in the summer of 2015 in June. It was my parents and I were at our house in the country. I was riding my dirt bike, it’s a Yamaha 125cc. I was practicing doing wheelies and I went up and it started leaning to the left and the handlebars were turned and when I came down the front wheel stopped and the bike came down on my left foot and it dragged me across the grass. I yelled to my dad as I pushed the bike off my foot. I thought my foot was fine and so did my dad. My dad told me to walk it off but I couldn’t put any weight on it as soon as I tried to I went straight to the ground and my dad told me that he was going to get my mom, so I sat in the yard in pain. A little bit later both my parents came and got me and my dad picked me up and carried me to the patio and

One night I was riding in the car with my cousin to the store.While he’s driving to the store he was speeding down the road. While he was speeding down the road a deer jumped out into the road in front of the car. We tried to dodge the deer, but instead ended up hitting the deer and a ditch. We ended up flipping our whole car into the ditch with the deer. I somehow ended up in the back seat , because I was being stupid enough to ride with him and not wear a seatbelt. But anyways I went to the back seat and just broke his leg and hip. The wreck had my cousin unconscious, so I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone to call my cousin’s mom. She quickly rushed to where we had the wreck. She pulled

Later, when I wanted to join a local summer camp, my parents both worked and said that I would have to find a ride or bike there every day. My brother offered to help me learn to ride the bike once again, but after the failure I had the earlier in the spring, I was hesitant to take up that offer. Soon though, I let my failure go to the back of my mind and instead let thoughts focus on how to ride properly. I got back on that bike and I rode for days upon

Last weekend my family of my dad’s whole side and some of my mom’s side went to KAHUKU MOTOCROSS TRACK.It is located in deep North Shore and the begining of Laie my mom and dad loaded our dirt bikes on my dad 2015 Lifted Toyota Tacoma and the trailer.They had to load three dirts on the truck,an then three quads,then three more dirt bikes on the trailer hook up to my dads truck with a tow hitch.After we load our dirt on the trailer then my uncle came to our house an ask my dad “Can you load my diert bike on the trailer I’ll pay for three of the bike on the truck ?”.And my dad said “yeah i guess so”.my uncle said “Thank You”.

When I was seven years old one day my dad bought me a little blue bike and I was excited and scared,more scared than excited;scared of losing control and go onto incoming traffic getting my fragil kid bones snapped. My dad bought the bike for me because one of his friends from work was willing to sell it to him for a low price, so my dad said might as well buy it if it's cheap that way if I wanted to ride bike anytime soon I would ride the bike and if not it didn't cost much and we could just sell it.Alot of hours, days,weeks past until the moment the day to feel the adrenaline run through my body as I would feel frightened by the speed making my stomach feel shook,it was a hot summer day I was ready to ride the “two tire’d mobile” my dad

At the age of six years old, I aspired to be similar to my best friend, who happened to be two years older than I was at the time. I hoped to go about the same activities as she did, without the aid of something, such as training wheels on a bike or flotation devices for swimming. After creating such an image in my head, I decided to ask my father to take the training wheels off my bike. He gladly took them off and simply warned me to not fall or crash. In that moment, I hopped on my bike and started to ride down the road without any assistance. Of course there were minor difficulties at first, but I quickly got the hang of it and taught myself the main concept of how to stay up and go straight. After discovering the idea of how capable I

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.