The Bike Accident : Short Story : Personal Narrative Story

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

On a sunny afternoon in May of 2013 I learned a very important lesson. I was at a family auction in the small quiet town of Ames, Oklahoma. The dew was still wet on the ground and the air was crisp. There was a lot of my extended family there as well as people I had never met. I got to see my cousin Taylor as well as one of her cousins named Jadey. We decided we were going to go ride four wheelers out in the field and it was at that time I learned a valuable lesson. Four wheeler accidents happen often, but I never expected to be the one involved. Before my accident I thought four wheelers were fairly safe, but afterwards I learned that an accident can happen in a split second and you should never assume you won’t be the one involved.

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.

Pierce has been a bicyclist for more than forty five years now, and is used to riding a couple thousand miles a year, but before his trip he hadn’t been on a bike for roughly four months. However starting his trip from Mexico and riding through Texas and the Rio Grande River, he was mainly riding on flat tabletop surfaces, helping him ride himself back into shape. Pierce started his journey on February 5 in Matamoros, Mexico, however didn’t start riding his bike until he hit the border. He spent the night in Mexico, then early the next morning walked across the border, hop on his bike and has been peddling North ever since. The ending point of the trip is going to be Winnipeg, Canada.

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

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”.

The feeling when you ride is like no other feeling. You feel free from the world, you feel unstoppable, riding is a passion it's a joy it's a stress reliever it's a way of life “Ryan Villopoto”. I race dirt bikes cause I like it and it is my passion. I am going to be talking about riding and racing dirt bikes.

From lunch, we got back on the bus to head back into Xi’an. Our next activity was to bike along the city wall for 14 km. Let me preface this by saying I am not a bike person. I don’t find them comfortable, it was 94 degrees out, and I burn like a lobster, so I knew for the next two hours I would not be thriving. That being said, it was still an absolutely beautiful view and I really enjoyed it for the first hour. It was definitely a cool experience, and I’m glad I did it, but again, I am not a bike person.

When I reach my apartment, I park in the garage and lift the bike from the car. The bicycle frame is teal with white trim and has the name “Schwinn 28” written on it. It’s a beauty. I sit on the cushioned seat. With my feet touching the ground, I move the bike forward on the street.

It was a Monday afternoon in Colorado. Although the cloudy skies promised some rainfall, I decided to hop on my bike and attend my night math class anyways-- little did I know that Colorado will experience the heaviest rainfall and one of the largest floods in its history. However before I was halfway in my route, the rain started to fall harder. Soon the sidewalks became flooded, so I joined the cars on the main road. Much to my disappointment, my bike started to wobble beneath my body as it gave into the currents’ much stronger force. I finally managed to pull to the side, but I was already wet from top to bottom. And as I stood there in the harsh rain, I asked myself, “Is this really worth it? What have you got to lose?” Although there was

The 70-day ride of spreading hope, knowledge, and charity took 18 months of physical and mental preparation, leadership development, volunteering around the community, fundraising for cancer research and support groups, and significantly less time for studying, but it certainly paid off. Although there were times when I wanted to give in to people’s doubts about me training for and completing summer ride, I pushed through every cramp in my shoulders, every cut on my legs, and every day of the cold Canadian rain I wish I could’ve skipped - biking was the only option, and it was what I had promised to do. I initially joined to honor

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?”

“WAKE UP” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “We have to go now!” My mom said at 9:00 in the morning.

It was sunny out, but there was a slight breeze blowing the tent around, making it hard to set up. Friday evening was the practice run, where all the riders got the chance to pre-run the course for the race the next day. When the announcer announced that it was my class’ turn to practice my stomach dropped. It felt as if I was going 100 mph and just hit a dip in the road. I felt like