Personal Narrative: Race Cars

One time I was racing in a little kid motocross race in Corydon Indiana, but I’ve never raced before. I was used to racing four wheelers and I knew this was gonna be a challenge for me. I practiced at home with the little track behind my house. I wasn’t very good nor fast, but I tried to be the fastest. All the racers including me was lined up on the starting line, and we were off like a speeding bullet out of a forty cal. On the first corner my brakes didn’t work and my throttle would stick. I knew I was going to crash big time. Sadly, i ramped over the corner and flew off the dirt bike.

The ability to drive myself around in a car with no parents hovering over me in the passenger seat is what I consider to be freedom. I have the ability to decide where and when I want to go out, without having to worry about who is picking me up or dropping me off. This is because I have my driver’s license. Before I elevated to this stage of freedom, I experience failure upon receiving my driver’s license.

My breath caught, I close my eyes tight. I just counted to five. I just counted five. My eye burned; I pulled with all my might, I was going too fast. I tugged again putting my entire weight into it finally I slowed down. But now I was trotting at breakneck speed, with one final pull I was able to draw down to a walk. I first met Belle at a horse show, a petit grey mare, sedulous, without any sense of diversion. She was dissonant to ride than anything else I’d ridden before. Unlike the horses I had ridden prior to her she was expeditious, unlikely to decelerate, and took the long distance when it was there. She and I made an inept combination because we worked homogeneously. Having ridden several horses that needed a propulsive ride, I rode like a NASCAR driver. We

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At my house I made a track . My grandma is watching me Ride my dirt bike and I wrecked into the yard Barn . The reason I wrecked into the yard Barn is because I ran and to wasn't paying attention . I broke the things that help you turn and the tire popped and now I got to get a new Dirt Bike tube . my dirt bike . I like to ride dirt bikes the dirtbike is one of my favorite things to do at my house and we made trips for my dirt bike so when I fix it and I got a new dirt bike I can get a new motor and I need to find a KX 80 motor for my dirt bike . This dirt bike barely even fits me we bought it from this kid and he blew the motor out of my new dirt bike cuz he kept bringing it up too much .

My participation in Cross Country over the past 4 years has influenced me greatly. Particularly in my senior year, it taught me how to work hard, bond with my teammates, and really appreciate the sport. It has influenced my career goals through possibly looking towards a health career, and has bonded me with my family by their support through the season.

In March of 1993, there was a NASCAR race in Atlanta in which my dad and four of his friends decided to take a road trip to. The weather predicted for the race was supposed to be cold and rainy. My dad was the kind of person to prepare for anything, so he took gear for rain and cold weather. My dad, pulling a pop up camper behind his Chevy Silverado, met his four friends in Chattanooga. They finally got to Atlanta, where they set up in the middle green of the raceway. During the night before the race, they were awakened many times because the wind was blowing extremely hard. The next morning, they woke up to over a foot of snow. So much for the prediction of rain with no snow in the forecast. Obviously, the race was cancelled. My dad 's

When I was like 7 my grandpa brought a book to me from his trip to detroit. It was a book about cars. It was like my favorite book for a long time because I liked cars a lot when I was growing up. The book was about a bunch of different chevrolet cars and who made them and designed them and stuff like that. Thats why I was so interested in the book.

I was traveling west on Route 254. I slowed down to almost a complete stop as another vehicle in front of me was turning into their driveway. I heard squealing tires, I saw Vehicle 2(Pontiac) swerve to the right just before it struck my vehicle. Vehicle 3 (Red) did not make any contact with vehicle 2 and struck my vehicle in addition the driver of vehicle 3 fled the scene without exchanging information.

Today, my family and I went to Kings Island and we made it through the exhausting car ride..We walked into the park and we were started looking for somewhere for a roller coaster to ride like the small ,medium, big, and huge I wanted to go on a medium kind roller coaster. We roamed around a little going around checking all of the places to eat, little games to play, and the huge rides they have. I said to my dad “ There's a lot of places to eat here.” he and said “I wonder why it’s always packed too.” I tried to figure out why but I just forgot about it and we went looking around some more until we find the perfect ride

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

The time i was at a dirt track it was a great fun experience. i went their to race with my dad to race his 2001 yamaha raptor 660r and my yamaha banshee. My dad made racing look easy but i know you need to know when to turn and drift and go fast. The dirt track his the place to go watch and smell racing fuel, watch people wreck, go fast, and push themselves. you get to race has fast has rally cars on a dirt track with quads.As I rolled my quad out of the bed of my dads truck. It’s Without a thought, I got aboard, Carefully with a swift kick, I was greeted by a BRRRAAAWINNNG-DA-DING-DING-DING of the engine and the sweet-smelling of two-stroke racing oil in the morning air. With the quad warming up,

Here I was stuck in the middle of the woods in the pitch dark trying to find a way to get out of this horrid place. I could hear coyotes crying all around me, all that was going through my head was that they were hungry. I heard rustling in the bush right next to me and I tried to maintain my composure and proceeded to fiddle with my Dirt-Bike. It seemed like hours I was trying to kick start this bike, I couldn’t see a thing, not even my hands. I mostly relied on my muscle memory the whole time trying to find the fuel cutoff line which, seemed impossible. While I was hunched over trying to find the fuel line, I heard ear-piercing footsteps approaching me slowly. I ignored everything that was happening and just focused on the bike itself. I

It was quite Monday in spring, a normal day but for me and my team it was a big day. It was the day we started training for the important race; the race decide which track team was the best in the city.

The first I ever had was an old model of the brand Toyota. It was color blue and was second-hand so I got it at a cheaper price. For a second-hand car, it was in a really good condition. Although I had to do some repainting since it had some dents and scratches on it. I remember my dad telling me that if I want to earn my first car, I need to work for it. I did some part-time works so that I can earn. My parents of course helped me with purchasing. They shouldered about half of price. My father told me that buying a car is one of the most fulfilling experience I will have in my young life because I can see where my money is going.