Personal Narrative: Red Bikes

I put on my helmet. I jumped on the bike. And we were off. We flew out of the driveway and onto the road. We zoomed by cars and had a great time! As we turned the side of the bike almost touched the ground. Now that's nerve-racking. I was nervous to lean that far down to ground but I knew that I had to. Even though it was nerve-racking at times I had so much fun!

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!

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.

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

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?”

We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.

I had big bruises on my leg, but that didn’t stop me. I honestly had enough fear in me I felt like my heart jumped out of my chest. After that, my dad swore that we should take a break for a while, but that didn’t happen. However, we spent numerous amounts of times in our yard practicing up and down the yard just so I could get used to it, too. My dad and I would even go to my grandparents that had two-hundred and fifty acres of land to get better at riding. This four-wheeler was my best friend, as well as my dad was. My dad teaching me something and being my number one supporter the whole way through it, meant the world to

My 2009 Harley Davidson Road Glide is my passion with its 96 cubic inch engine, radiant orange color, thunderous exhaust, sleek lines and contours. Although I pass by it every day sitting in the garage, a smile always comes to my face. When the engine roars to life, the robust sound resonating from the exhaust, I am overcome with a feeling of exhilaration. With a twist of the throttle I feel the power as I launch forward, the wind buffeting my body, pushing me back. Drifting on the open road, the white noise of the highway puts your mind at ease, erasing the stress of the day. No cell phones, radios, Facebook here to occupy my thoughts; just me. A long ride is better than any therapist in my opinion. In addition to this a sense of camaraderie

They cut their engines, dismount and in mere seconds I’m walled in by men in leather with an unmistakable interest in me.

over puddle and lost my grip of the handle bars. I went flying off the

Learning to ride a bicycle is not as easy as it sounds. I was around the age of ten when my mother and I decided it was time for me to get rid of those silly training wheels. Frightened as I was I had not considered the disadvantages of this experience. I have seen kids learn to ride bicycles for the first time and they always ended up with cuts and bruises. After breaking down the advantages and disadvantages, I realized it was going to have to happen one way or another so my mother collected the materials in order to proceed. First of all we chose a safe location. The street besides my house was perfect it was a dead end. My mother took the tools and tossed out those training wheels off my bike. I had put on the helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. It was time to start and I was petrified. My mother then lifted me up and placed me on my bicycle as she held me from the back of the seat. I felt a hard push and startled ,and felt as if the entire world was about to collapse on my chest. All I could do was pedal, but my mind could not think as quick as I anticipated. As a

Even though I knew the risks of riding a bike, I never really expected that anything would ever happen to me. Even though I am always aware of my surroundings, I wear my helmet and ride in the designated bike areas, I found myself lying on the ground confused and hurt. A driver had reached for something in his car and hit me. Luckily, they stopped to see if I was okay and gave me their information. I waited their for the ambulance with mixed thoughts in my head. One was focusing on how expensive this is going to be and what am I gonna do about the bills and the other half of me is trying to pretend that my leg is not broken. Turns out my leg was broken, and the bills did come as high as I thought they would. I filed a claim with the drivers

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.

Christmas is one of the best times of the year, and many people would agree with this statement. Christmas is known as the season of giving, and the joy on someone’s face when one gives another a present. When I receive presents, the joy I feel is incomparable. Christmastime is truly special, and it brings families together. Christmas is celebrated by many families in different ways, and others do not celebrate Christmas at all. The people who do not celebrate Christmas tend to celebrate Hanukah or Kwanzaa, and some chose not to celebrate anything. I love Christmas more than any other holiday throughout the course of the year. Many people receive automated vehicles as a Christmas present. The best Christmas present that has ever been created