Personal Narrative: My First Bike

“At age 5 or 6, they can be zipping around without training wheels and even taking small jumps on small dirt bikes” (Dirt Bike Planet). The second I rode it I was in love. Every chance I got I would ride. Once I grew out of a 70 I got an 80. The 80 had more power, was faster and had a clutch.

Once at the base, Cory got to lead again and he did not like the idea of powering up the mountain on his bike because, he hadn’t done so on even the smallest hills that you could coast up and over, so he decided to walk it up the mountain. Everyone else wanted to power through this obstacle but since Cory was in front it was out of the question. Walking up the mountain put us in more strain than would have happened if we had biked because it exhausted our arms and legs at the same time and was much harder. After about an hour of constant uphill madness we came to the conclusion we had taken the wrong road and had wasted time and energy going uphill for some

I had no pressure or expectations since I had no prior times to hit or goals to meet. So when the gun went off I was not expecting that the power of adrenaline could do so much. I ran the first two miles faster than I had ever run at practice and it was a breeze. As I got towards the end I could hear my coaches yelling, “Push hard! You have four hundred meters left!” And that’s exactly what I did and my body was not prepared for it.

In the middle of the run there was a fork in the snow, it either lead to a black diamond run or a blue run. My dad asked me and my brother if we we’re up to go on the black diamond run, and I replied “No way”, but we went down it anyway, I went even faster than I was before, it gave me a huge adrenaline rush, and every time I fell, I got back right up like it was nothing. It was an amazing experience going down this massive hill, I’m really glad I spent time with my family

We burst out into the bright midmorning light, and I trusted him to take us away. His muscles under my bare legs tensed and flexed as he ran to the woods over the ocean of grass. I remember the blinding sunlight, the smell of the morning, and the sound of my broken mother as I clung to his long mane. The wind blew the tears from my eyes as we raced towards the woods. I never heard the gunshot, I just remember it like a punch in my shoulder blade, with the nasty sting following.

This is my story of how I almost broke my first bone. It all started at my dad’s birthday party when all the adults were drinking and it was only 11 am. The kids were having fun and messing around on four wheelers and dirt bikes. We were going fast but that did not matter because we were having fun. We were at a family-friends farm, which was 1hr 45 mins away from the nearest hospital.

Looked to be a sturdy cornfield. But since it just rained days before the land was very soft and was not safe enought to be driving big trucks on at high speeds. Well as kids do, we do stuff before we think. So we all jump in my friends truck, in the cab and also in the

The moment I was out of the garage I was ready to go I knew how to do the rest so my grandfather got on and got ready for me to drive. As I pulled away from the house I got happier and happier, my smile got bigger and bigger. I was going about 10MPH but I was staying on the trail, and that 's all my grandfather and I genuinely cared about. We drove around for a while just looking at the woods. Once we got back to the house, it was almost dark.

Just as the gym was starting to slowly empty, I decided that that was my last chance. I decided to take that risks were what made life so fun, regardless of what happened. I got on the long beam and slowly started to walk faster and faster until I ran out of room, leaped and did a complete flip without getting hurt. Doing my first frontflip taught me that I needed to learn to take risks easier because that’s what life 's all

I could feel my legs start to wobble but I didn’t dare to let myself fall off my new scooter again. As I feel the wind pick up and myself start to get faster and faster as I go down my steep driveway I catch myself and continue onto the street. Using the speed I just gained I zip around the circle at the end of our street and start to walk up our driveway again. “Dad did you see that” I said. “Sure did, seems like your getting better and better every time.” As I walk up my driveway I start bragging to my little brother.