Personal Narrative: My First Shirt Bike Crash

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It was the summer of 2012 that I experienced my first dirt bike crash. People may think that it is dangerous or life threatening to ride a dirt bike, but really once you try and get the hang of it, it’s pretty fun. You won’t want to stop. When you crash, everything just happens super-fast that you don’t even know what just happened. Crashing is only fun if you aren’t injured, but once you crash and get injured then it’s a whole different story. In my case the crash was injure less, and I’m glad that I don’t have any broken bones…yet. As the sun rise, we rise on a Sunday morning. We, meaning the whole family, get up and start getting ready and we load the 4 wheel drive trucks with our Yamaha YZ250 bikes, Yamaha YZ125 bikes and 250 Suzuki bike. Our family ranges in bike selection but I prefer a Yamaha bike. As we load the trucks with bikes, we load our gear, coolers, chairs, tents, and all the smaller necessities that we need. Once it hits 8:00, my uncle’s truck is loaded, my dad’s one is and so is one of my brothers’ truck. 8:00 hits and we’re out, we to head 7-11, pick up ice, food, drinks and other snacks. Keep in mind that Kahuku is a one hour drive from Mililani, so we’d arrive at Kahuku Motorcross around 9:00-9:30ish. Once we get there, we unload what we loaded. One thing that I love about my family is that EVERYONE, and I mean…show more content…
Coming down a steep hill was not fun at all. It’s scary, almost to the point where you feel like you’re going to eat shit the whole way down. But I didn’t because a good tip I was told was to hold your back brakes and slowly make it down. The ground was just as bad as going up. The width of the gravel was about 4 yards, but still yet, the sides are like cliffs so if you fall, it’s a long way down. Injuries could happen, break your bike, maybe even hospitalized. But that hill was just was the beginning of the ride. We eventually got down and continued to our
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