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Personal Narrative: The Race

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At the race track it smelled so great they had popcorn.Hotdogs and nachos but the best thing was before he broke his leg the first 2 races he came in 1st. He lost the last one because he broke his leg.There was a kid he was 18 years old and I lived in Ohio his name was smit He raced dirt bikes at Lawrenceburg Speedway. He wrecked his dirtbike and he had to go to the Hospital. When he wrecked he had the bone sticking out of his leg and had to be rushed to the hospital. They did surgery he to have 9 bolts and 1 plate in his leg. They had to do theripy on him but after that he was never the same again he could baraly walk.he had to do theripy the rest of his life or he would not be able to walk at all.like 5 years later he was under so much

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