Personal Narrative: Red Bikes

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.

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?”

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

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.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer Lopez once said “You’ve got to love yourself first. You’ve got to be okay on your own before you can be okay with somebody else.” It was Sunday evening and outside it was so nice and the breeze was blowing. Everything was completely flawless - it was an immaculate day. As I took a seat giving my mother a chance to brush my hair, I just couldn't wait to get up and go outside to ride my bicycle. It was a routine for me and I was upbeat when I got the opportunity to ride my bicycle. It rode so easily and when I was riding the breeze would simply blow through my hair. To me, that was my car, in spite of the fact that I was extremely distant from having the capacity to drive. Once my mother finished I was so on edge to go out and ride my bicycle. For a moment I was riding alone until I rode past my friend’s home. She lived directly down the road from me. When she saw me she was energized and she went to get her bicycle in spite of the fact that her mother wasn't home and her oldest sister was watching her. She snuck her bicycle out of the yard and we both rode down to my end of the road. We were simply riding and having a ton of fun, doing tricks like riding without any hands, riding with one hand, riding standing up and many other tricks. There was this empty home over the road from me and I chose to pivot in the yard. As I'm pivoting, my brake string gets caught in my tire making me tumble off my bicycle. My mouth hitting the ground first. I saw a great deal of blood,

“Get ready, we’re going on a bike ride” my mom yelled from across the house. Then as I ordinarily did I yelled “Okay” to reply. This was the day that began a whole other fear for me. It was noon, I had just had lunch, and I was still in my pajamas, a typical weekday for me in the summer. All I had really done was lay around and watch TV.