My parents were driving me to practice on a Monday in November at seven o'clock. As we were on the road driving, a group of bikers came up beside us out of nowhere. My mom did not see them at first and almost slammed in to the bikers. The bikers had no sidewalks to ride on, so they were forced into the street with all the cars which can go faster than them. Another time, one of my friends, Jacob, was training for the upcoming soccer season and had to run two miles a day.
We had to read over a story and write a three paragraph essay to summarize it all. Every student in the school waiting for the bell to hit two thirty so they could all go home and get ready for halloween. All kids were either going trick or treating or going to a haunted house. But me, not me I was going on a perfect mountain bike ride at dusk. It would be perfect i had been planning this ride for the past 3 months it had to be perfect!
Then I crashed. The first time I rode a bike without training wheels was when I was four years old. Kneepads covered my thick pants, my dad’s helmet hung loose over my head, and elbow pads were wrapped around my arms. My first bike was golden and green and we got it from Target. It was a bike with training wheels, but we removed them so I could practice.
Dirt Bike Catastrophe Some four years ago on a small loop road, county road 355, hidden somewhere in the weeds was a convolution maze of dirt bike trails. It couldn’t have been but six months since my step brother, Austin and I started riding dirt bikes daily. We were nothing short of motocross eligible teenagers, jumping feet off the ground, sliding every turn, and being so dirty at the end of the day that two showers were necessary. All of these things changed very suddenly in a wreck that changed our lives. On an overcast stormy day, my mom and I were coming home from somewhere I can’t recall.
The story begins on a very cold Wednesday night, when I was 12, my dad, sister, and I was headed back home from church. Driving home that night, we came upon the bright yellow blinking lights to turn left off the highway to head home, as we had done so many times before. The next thing I knew, I found myself tumbling out of my dad's beat up old pickup truck, as we were turning the corner. The only thing I remember is tumbling out so fast and my head being very close to the back tire. In addition, I could read clearly the word Goodyear, my dad’s tires.
My Best Horse Show On a bright monday morning in June my family and I were packing to start heading for the state horse show that I was in. As my dad pulled into the driveway with the camper he honked the horn and said, ”Bring all of your pakings and lets hit the road.” We are traveling all the way to perry GA. with our neighbors. My mom and dad was driving separate because someone had to haul the horses so I decided to ride with my mom incase something happened. As my mom and I were driving down the road my dad said on the walkie talkie, “that there was something laying on the road and that we needed to switch lanes.” So we did and later on down the road there was a car that was laying upside down. We noticed that the thing we saw
Skyler was 27 years old and her parents were in Orlando, Florida for a business trip. They left Skyler in charge since she was out of college. She could take care of Kyle. Since Kyle was 16 he was old enough to drive, but there might be a snow storm and his parents did not want him to drive. The snow storm was getting closer and the weather outside was getting worse, the falling snow had turned into a blizzard and the white fluries were now two feet of snow.
My step-brother Jacob and I would walk around the stadium and collect all of the detailed plastic Clemson cups that people would leave behind after the game had ended. We always had an interesting time looking for cups and sometimes found money or jewelry instead. The only thing we hated about going to games were the long, boring four-hour drives back to
Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other. “ Pass the ball over here” I yelled with all my might. With my speed I started dashing on the edge of the field all the way to side of the goal. I quickly evaded the defender and in the distance I heard “ Cross the Ball” said Player Number 1 . With all the force I possessed in me, I punted the ball to my teammate and with his strength he leaped to head the ball into the goal and scored the first goal!
Carb days offers a fun event for fans to watch called the pit challenge where fans get to watch the racing teams try the quickest to change all four tires and refuel the car, the winner of the challenge gets cash and bragging rights until the following race next year. It offers fans first hand experience of what the race team does during the race and how face the crews can get the car ready to back onto the track. Concerts go on all through Carb Day for the fans to hear great bands play and give them another option when walking around the track, last years Jane’s Addiction, O.A.R., and 38 Special will be performing as the headliners. Fans can get garage passes that allows them to walk around the garages that connect to Gasoline Alley, it is three buildings long being used by stock cars and IndyCars. When you have the garage pass fans will be able to mechanics working on cars and drivers hanging around their garage.
Shinin in the South I’s born in 1901 in Dyess, Arkansas where my daddy grew cotton and tabacca and other small crops we’d need to live on. Mamma just helped around the farm and did whatever was needed, I stayed around the house until i was old nuff’ to get out on the farm and help pick. My daddy did shine on the side to help us out with money but the prohibition started in 1919 when i was ten years old. This act made the distillation and sale of liquor illegal. I was mad about this but i figured if i make it and sell it at my own risk with no family involved i could help my ma and pa pay for some things we struggled with.
Once upon a time a man named jack lived alone in his small city apartment in Chicago. Every day jack would go to work at his parent’s corner store mopping the floors cleaning the windows and re stalking the shelfs with food. But despite after all him and his family’s hard work they barely made it by every month. One day his mom told him to go sell the family car because they did not have enough for gas and to re stalk the shelfs at the store. Jack told his mom ok and went to the auction to sell it.
The trip to Fat Daddy’s Veronica and I got together saturday we decided to go to fat daddy’s. So I called daddy to help us load up the four wheeler , then we left veronica said,”yay.” once we left to go Veronica said, “yay.” once we got there we unloaded. We played for hours and hours. Then we came up this big hill “we weren’t gonna make it” , Veronica yelled. Then about that time we feel off , and the four wheeler started to roll back I yelled, “Veronica move now !” before i could look back and move, the four wheeler was right at me ,and ran right over my leg I screamed, “Veronica!!
Four wheeler and Dirt bike, Tablet When I was 10 my daddy bought me my first four wheeler. I was riding it all day every day. We rode it all across town and I rode my friends on my four wheeler to. So when I turnt 13 he bought me a dirt bike. But we couldn’t ride it across town or in roads because it’s on two wheels.