Personal Narrative: My First Mort Bikes

By that time, i already had gotten my car. It was my very first car and i was super proud and i couldn't believe it. It was a Nissan Maxima 2013. That same afternoon my parents were taking way too long so i decided to just leave and grab something to eat. I did called them before leaving but they didn't answer the phone. I knew they were busy and taking care of things that had to be done but i was tired and hungry too. I decided to go grab something to eat and went to Chipotle. It's crazy how fast things can

They headed toward the garage door and my my mom went in first and just as my dad was about to leave he turned back and said to me son make us proud and with that he left and I could hear the hover car speed away.

Once upon a time there were two homegrown backwoods men named Cw and Hansha.Well these two men they were just hanging around the house and then hansha said hey cw what do you think about going riding cw had just hopped up and screamed in joy. So the two men slipped on their boots and walked outside to cw’s garage.Then Hansha said well are you going to open the door and Cw said oh ha well i guess i should and hansha didn’t know what to expect because he has never been in that garage before so he braced himself.To hansha it was like heaven. It was everything he loved there were four wheelers,dirt bikes,argo’s,and even some utv’s but all Hansha and Cw wanted to ride were the fourwheelers and dirtbikes.Cw hopped on a kx250 and Hansha hopped on

If you have never taught a little one to drive a four wheeler, then you better be in for a major headache. Teaching my little brother to drive a four wheeler will always be the day that I will remember. It was somewhat funny, but you have to feel sorry for the little rascal. Whenever the call came to teach my little brother to drive a four wheeler, I was the unlucky one to answer.

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.

We finally make it home then I realize that I have a unicorns in the back. I become so happy! Then I show my mom the unicorn and tell her about the whole adventure we had with the Subaru. Of course she believes me she's my mom, but the Subaru became my best friend and I kept him for rest of my

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.

I was getting tired of just sitting here so I got up and took my scooter to ride uphill. The road was very smooth so it was a breeze to go uphill. He ended up following behind so I waited for him until he caught up.

Next, I walked and jogged in between on the way to the van. I was excited that I was able to help my mom with something since she never really asked me before. On the way to the car I was thinking about what a great time we were going to have this weekend. My family always went camping at the cabins ttwo times a year and the park provided us a beach so we had the chance to swim also in the daytime. I saw the van getting closer to me so I sped up my pace to get their faster thinking if I did then I would be able to get back to my football game in no

I’m laying down in my bed and I get the munchies for some candy. I went in my wood dresser and grabbed a $5 bill out the top drawer. I went downstairs to my dad’s room. “I’m finna go to the store”, I said. “Alright bring me back a pink lemonade Brisk and some Lemon Heads”. He gives me $10 and I walk to the back door. I open the door and a heavy wind hit me. The wind is ice because it is so cold. I tell myself for the hundredth time don’t forget the Brisk and Lemon Heads. I look around outside and all I can see is darkness. The sky is dark like the color black.

When I was younger my dad used to teach me how to ride my bike, first we started with training wheels until I had the basics down. Then when I was done with the training wheels we would ride in the back yard of my old house, which was muddy and bumpy. He would push me and tell me to keep my balance and keep both of my hands on the handle bars. But that was kind of complicated because of how muddy and bumpy it was in the backyard. Over and over again I would fall of the bike but I would always get back up and try again because I was no quitter. Then the next day my parents told me we were moving to another house and I didn't know what to think and that night I slept in there room. The next morning we went to the new house and I got on my bike

It was in August. I was 8 and my dad told me that we were going to ride our bikes near the Appalachian Trail. I didn’t want to, but he had a rule that if you wanted to do screen time, you had to do something outdoors. So, we got in my dad’s red truck and headed to Vernon, New Jersey, where my dad wanted us to ride our bikes. When we got there, we pulled out our bikes from the truck. That’s when my bike tipped over and fell on my leg. When it fell, I felt a sharp pain where it landed. I pushed my bike off and realized that my leg was bleeding because of a cut. The cut was deep. As soon as my dad saw this, he ran over, took off his sock, and tied it on my leg. Then he helped me into our truck and drove home. On the drive home, he told me that

My history in biking is kind of cool. The first time I tried to ride a bike was when I was in preschool. It was my mom’s bike.