I rushed down the road; my chubby cheeks jiggling as the wind blew swiftly onto my face. I felt like even Usain Bolt himself wouldn’t have been able to accelerate at the astonishing speeds I was going. Suddenly, once my father decided let go of my shoulders, I found myself spiraling down a hill uncontrollably. I grabbed the handlebars firmly as I screamed towards the heavens at the top of my lungs. My feet flailing around whilst attempting to scour for the pedals. Seconds later, I found myself crashing onto the side of the road, looking as though I had just challenged Evander Holyfield to a twelve–round fistfight. At that moment, I had decided, with the firm resolve of a fickle-minded ten-year old kid, to never ride a bike again.
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 …show more content…
Although, to my surprise, it was quite hard to ride a bike. It took longer than I realized to perform tricks I had seen the masters like Tony Hawk execute, and even longer to simply manage to turn around corners. I was determined to become the best at controlling that two-wheeled vehicle. Although, after a certain traumatic fiasco which lead to my very first visit to the operating room, I decided to lay the bike riding dream of mine to a rest and pursue some other “passions” that didn’t involve me rolling down a slope at 20 miles per hour. Despite this, I knew that a measly broken limb wasn’t going to be able to hinder my journey of discover the things around my
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I watched as the flashes of orange lights from cars raced past me through the city, and knew there were no signs of any possibilities that there would be a place to keep a horse. I lived in northern Virginia near Washington D.C., where the city was filled with gigantic, tall office buildings with gray and gloomy windows. I could smell the gasoline and smoke coming from the cars’ exhaust. I felt the cool breeze as cars whipped past me, and the air tasted like millions of littered cigarettes on the side of the road. However, there were some horse stables, but they were far away, and the payment required for horseback riding lessons was a ridiculously large price. Of course, that never stopped me from continuously asking
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
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.
Though The initial program had a fairly positive response from the community and the city claims the program has already broken even (as of January 2014, merely months after the May 2013 introduction of the program). The next step of this program is to expand Citi Bike and the entire bike share system to other New York City boroughs and
John Davis earned his racing scars in the mountain racing circuit in America, where he won numerous downhill and cross-country championships. Early on, John realized that the mass-produced bicycles available were inadequate in many ways for the type of racing he was doing. So, John stripped four of his old bikes down to the bare metal and rebuilt them into a single “Frankenstein” bike that he rode to win the national championship. Once news of his Frankenstein bike got out, John’s friends and even his competitors began asking him to build them a Frankenstein bike too. While recovering from an injury in 1990, John started producing the first series of Frankenstein bikes in his garage—each one custom-built from cannibalized parts from other bikes. As more and more orders came in, John successfully expanded Frankenstein Bikes from his garage operations into a full-blown manufacturing facility in Dallas and began producing custom trail bikes which he sold through a network of specialized bike dealers throughout the country.
Have you ever been in a very happy mood because you get to do something you love? That happens to me when I race or ride dirt bikes. Dirt biking is a great sport because it is physically challenging and takes lots of preparation, never gets old because of all the different types of racing, and helps build lasting relationships. Racing dirt biking is a physically and mentally challenging sport.
The Ride is the story of the heinous and gruesome murder of ten year old, Jeffrey Curley, a case that is familiar to many in the Massachusetts area. The book works its way from the grisly crime to the years afterward. It focuses on the family of Jeffrey, heavily weighted on the life of Cambridge Firefighter Bob Curley, Jeffrey’s father. Charles Jaynes and Salvatore Sicari, both from Jeffrey’s neighborhood were convicted of the murder. Within this essay I will demonstrate from The Ride the relationship between reporting and suffering that may have been brought on for the crime victims of this case, the relationship between the victim profiles and the victim family profiles, the role in which the family may have played in the
Braaaaaap! Braaaaaaap! Ricky Charmichael takes the lead! He made the pass in the air over the 80 foot triple. Something that I love to do more than anything in the world is motocross. Motocross is racing over rough ground on specially strengthened motorcycles.
Karl Moritz, a man who had experienced a traumatic brain injury, recently tackled his first century bike ride. Everyone soon learned that Moritz had been using biking as a method to recovery from a life changing TBI he suffered from five years before. In his fourth year into his TBI, he started on a custom time trial bike. He built it from scratch while recovering and wrote about the experience of building a bike when you have TBI. He wrote this for the Brain Injury Alliance of Oregon.
While fighting this battle, the avid cyclist learned suffering, endurance, and character in facing these hardships. Her faith strengthened her to become one of the most determined racers in human history. From being an adopted child to becoming a paralyzed possibility, Downing proved giving up is not an
Have you ever looked off a tall cliff? Now Imagine going 30 mile per hour on a bike with curvy roads with huge cliffs on your side with no rails. I left with my family from our hotel in Manitou springs, Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us up Pikes Peak. When we got the building we saw pictures of how big the cliffs were, but another thing scared me even more was the fact they had no side rails. When I saw that there were no side rails I was really excited as well as terrified. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I liked the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad said to me, “ This is going to be freaky”.
When we got there, I was extremely scared. My father had put one of his hands on the handlebars and the other underneath the seat. After a little while my father asked, “Are you ready?”
I have come to love bicycles in the course of the past year. I am especially fond of mountain bikes, including my own. Riding it opens up a whole new world of opportunities and challenges for me. I am still fairly fresh to the whole mountain biking scene, so I push myself to become better with more experience. Riding is an outlet; it is something I can channel pent up energy through. I love the sport because it is a full body, soul, and mind experience that affects all five of the senses.