Narrative About Speeding

When you’re young, there’s little that surpasses the love of a boy and his bike. From the first time experiencing the freedom of pedal-powered independence to exploring the mysteries of your neighborhood, there’s nothing else like it. It’s pure, unadulterated freedom of exploration — a feeling that Jimmy Hallyburton has managed to carry with him since the first time his sneaker hit pedal.

I felt the dread sink like a rock in my stomach. My two brothers, Ryan and Matthew, were on the opposite end of the spectrum. My mother had been telling us for weeks that we were going up to the farm that my family owned, but I didn’t quite believe her until today. My brothers were given dirt bikes last Christmas while I was given a ATV. Both of them had been counting down the days until they were able to finally ride the dirt bikes and that day had come. After everything was packed, I crammed myself in the van with my brothers and hoped for this trip to end quickly.

Tears fell to the cement ground, I was having a hard time keeping the bike straight. I kept wobbling back and forth, choking on sobs. So this is how those beautiful maidens felt running away from a lover: awful! It was the worse pain I ever felt. It felt like an arrow had shot my heart and I was dying. Recalling the look on his face was practically suicidal. The image, this feeling, it didn’t feel so romanticized anymore, they never tell you in fairytales how excruciating the pain feels. I continued wobbling the handle bars uncontrollably and thought, if a car were to hit me now it would be okay. I was ready to nullify the suffering, the intensity. No wonder why Romeo and Juliet killed themselves.

In 2011, I received a ticket from Jupiter police for reckless driving at 6:36 pm it was my first tickets ever since I’ve receive my driver’s license in 2005. I was dropping my co-worker home from work, and as I was turning into the development, a car hit me from behind. The lady immediately got out of her car screaming saying I backed my car into hers and I told her that I did not, that she hit me, she wanted to argue but I got into my car and called the police. Now, by the time the officer arrived she was laying on the floor crying and screaming with her son. So I got out the car and asked her if she was ok. Long story short I received the ticket despite my vehicle being damaged. Now because I felt that I was innocent I decided to not pay

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

Cycling is my means of adventure, fitness and stress relief. I have competed in mountain bike races for the last two years, achieved a goal of completing a 300km ride, and logged over 19500km during training. Through what I have accomplished, I have learned the importance of perseverance and consistency. My passion for cycling led to me becoming proficient in bike repair.

It is early October, the final weekend of the mountain biking season at Northstar Ski Resort. I am waiting to load my bike onto the lift. There are long lines for everything, because the place is packed. Riders rocket down the mountain, sending cinnamon colored dust into the air. A breeze blows this across the hills. The trees are green, and the afternoon sun warms the ground. The time of day makes it a bit chilly. The metallic noise of bikes can be heard, but not always seen. The sound of both joy and pain fills the air around me. I can smell only the wonderful scents of trees and overpriced food. I suddenly feel a nudge on my shoulder.

One evening on a sunny day, there was a young man and woman traveling on I-55 South. They were smoking something and acting strange as well. The young man was speeding because he was trying to hurry home to sell his drugs. As he was speeding, the young lady gave him a sign that there was a police car on the side of the highway, but it was too late. The young man finally stopped and the police asked for his registration and driver’s license and the young man handed them to the officer. As the officer walked towards the vehicle he could smell marijuana. The two young adults tried to hide the drugs but it was too late, the officer caught them hiding them. The officer asked them to step out of the vehicle, and put their hands up on the car. As

One summer day me and my friends were out riding bikes at the skatepark and all around town. I was excited because I got a new Redline from the bike shop downtown. I was at the Boys and Girls club camp all week. When I got home we picked it up from the bike shop. So we rode bikes all day long.

I have been a reckless driver over my brief time driving. I had times when I would speed when I was in a hurry. I would also go fast for the sake of going fast because it was determined to be cool. I have had my fair share of reckless burnouts, and that impatient mindset has caused many mishaps in my driving. I even got into a minor wreck in a parking lot, but none of those incidents taught me anything about slowing down and just get from “A” to “B.” One mishap has changed my thought process for driving. My speeding ticket caused me to see that life in the fast lane is not the best way to go.

This case came to be due to what transpired after a traffic stop by a New York State Police Officer. The Police Officer pulled over the driver due to speeding. The owner of the car was not present, but there were four men inside the vehicle including Roger Belton was the respondent in this case. The Police Officer smelled marijuana in the car. He also saw an envelope that might have contained the drug. The men inside the car were ordered to get out of the vehicle and were soon arrested for this possession. The men were separated, patted down and searched. The Police Officer proceeded to search the vehicle for other drugs and came across the passenger compartment. There the officer found Roger Belton's coat, which contained cocaine inside a pocket. Belton attempted to have the cocaine, which was found during the search, suppressed from the court. But this was rejected. Then the final state appellate went on to reverse the decision because the search of the passenger compartment and jacket should have never took place due to the nature of the arrest. The state went on to be granted certiorari and the decision was changed once again due to the general feeling that the warrantless search of the vehicle's compartment and jacket were justifiable because of the circumstances of the arrest.

I lay in bed and reason that riding a bicycle isn’t so special after all. In fact, it’s overrated. Still, I realize these excuses won’t fly with Doris or Zak. So, when she knocks at my front door, I greet her dressed, and in a cheerful mood.

“Come on honey, Kaylee is doing great at her driving! Come on and let her take you for a drive!” My dad said confidently.

We bolted into our garage and grabbed our bikes, leaving the helmets and pads of course because David said those were for babies. I was determined to win this dare and for the first time in Lewis history, defeat my older brother. Our street was fairly long, long enough to gain enough speed to have a successful race. We started at the very beginning of the street at our stop sign and grabbed our neighbor Kristine to start the race. She stood off to the side with her hand high in the air and waited for us to give her the “all good” signal. I had my game face on, eyebrows bent, lips pursed, and nose flaring. I took in the whole moment, for this was history in the making. The smell of fresh air, the numbness my hands felt from grabbing the handle bars to tight, the taste of sweat in my mouth that was flowing from my forehead, the sound of my breathing, and the beautiful sight of the finish line. I was ready. As soon as Kristine dropped her hand we took off. I was flying! The wind whipped my face as I took the lead. I already began my victory dance in my head and all the taunting words I would scream at David for many years to come. But all that changed when the car

“Alright, just remember when I let go to keep peddling. If you think you’re going to tip over then try to fall in a ditch,” said my father.