This past Friday, we went on our second and final bike trip of our middle school lives. We got to school Friday morning after everyone had dropped off their bikes across the street, and everyone was super excited to leave. After a patriot time that seemed to take forever, we went outside and were escorted across the street by a police officer. I was going to be biking part of the way with with Maddie, part with Mirjana, part with Lola, and part with Hailey. I started off biking with Maddie Lundgren, but we got sent off in one of the last groups. After probably about ten minutes, we started biking. I stayed with Maddie for about ten minutes before speeding up and biking with Mirjana. I stayed with her for the majority of the trip, and we passed
As a barrel racer, I have gone to a lot of shows and rodeos with my pony. My pony was diagnosed with moon blindness, caused from a bacteria called, leptospirosis, that got into his eyes. As he starts going blind he relies more on me, especially with barrel racing because he has to watch out for the barrels so he can turn tighter and not tip them over, but he can not do that because it is very hard for him to see.
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
I love riding four wheelers. I also love to adventure so I guess you could say my character trait is being adventurous. I’ve been riding my whole life, you think I’m kidding but my mom even rode four wheelers when she was pregnant with me so yeah. I got my very first four wheeler when I was three and I rode it till I was nine, but then I wanted to ride with the big boys or girls or whatever. When I was ten I got Yamaha blaster two hundred. It was my first manual transmission four wheeler. It was also a fixer upper, so I restored it to original condition and learned valuable knowledge along the way. So now I know a lot about four wheelers. When I got done fixing it it was a lot better than before. So I figured I was ready to learn how ride a
The running man, hobby horse and velocipede were all names associated with what we know today as the bicycle. The story behind the bicycle has an amazing and catastrophic beginning. It begins in Indonesia in 1815, where an obscure volcano named Mount Tambora erupts dispersing a blast of gas, dust and rocks into the atmosphere. An abundance of ash poured down the mountains flanks and burned grassland and forests. Unwittingly, this explosion contributed to the crop failure in North America and epidemics in Europe. Scientists believe that Tambora was somewhat responsible for the random cold climate that affected most of the Northern Hemisphere in 1816, known as "The Year Without The Summer". In Northeastern United States the weather in mid-may
Bicycling was an exciting experience for two reasons. First, it has allowed me to travel around the city. Second, it gives me a chance to hang out with my friends. I love bicycling, I think it is fabulous! I can now observe my city, the people that lived there, the architecture, and the trees and animals, etc. Sometimes in our life, we just need to slow down our pace. We're so used to rushing through life that we don't even know what we have missed, but It's hard to blame ourselves because we're busy about our jobs especially when we were living in the city. I was once like that; I head right straight to school when it's time for school. As I walk I would only stare at my watch instead if looking to my left and/ or right.
One of the most memorable moments from my childhood was learning how to ride a bike without training wheels. I remember it as if it happened yesterday, however it happened over ten years ago. It’s a process that most people remember doing as a kid. Not only is it exciting, but it’s a proud moment for a child. Learning to ride a bike marks a new chapter in a child’s life in becoming their own person.
When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off.
I've been four wheeling since I was about three. Id say its pretty fun when you're not busy crashing. My favorite thing about four wheeling is having the wind blow in my face, it makes me feel free in a way. When i'm with my family four wheeling nothing can stop us so you better watch out. My best experience while riding a four wheeler was when I was about nine my grandpa and my four year old sister were together on one four wheeler and I was on my own we were riding down the road when my grandpa said “ Aryona do you want to go down there?” i was a little scared at first, but he told me it would be okay, so i said “yes.” Once we got down there I was happy I decided to go because It was awesome! One of my favorite things about
I knew that I was going to run my heart out. It took a lot of time, patience, and determination go get where I am now. Eventually, the terrifying, life-changing day came. My final race day as a LaPorte Slicer. All of my brothers (my teammates) were anxious to start. With my foot right behind the white line, I looked to my brothers and said, "It's some of our last race today, lets run as a pack and kick some butt today." They shook their heads in agreement. Then came silence, the time before a race where everyone was silent, even the spectators, waiting to hear the crack of the starting gun. The gun cracked and off we went. My legs were so used to the motions and aching pain that they did exactly as they were told, without protest. Eventually, the team split up and I was near nobody on my team. Some fell behind while others sprang forward running faster than I did. Halfway through the race, I remembered my coach saying, "Find someone ahead of you, and pass them. After that, do it again, push yourself to run faster and let nobody pass you." I did exactly what he said, feeling like a car in the passing lane; I passed guy after guy. Each one took more time than the last, but I did what I had to
The darkness loomed above me, the few remaining stars twinkling sporatically, as if the emptiness was snuffing them out.
The police officer took us down to the station and detained us. We were not there because we were the altercation starters. The reason they took us up there, was due to Monticello’s curfew. We had no idea they had a curfew, and we were well over the eleven p.m. curfew now due to the delay. We were all minors and we needed a parent pick up. “How was I going to explain this to my mother?” I thought to myself. I am supposed to be at my friend's house, spending the night… like I told
It was the start of the summer of 2009 and I just got done with my first year of middle school. From the first day of middle school I couldn’t wait to get off of school and start summer vacation and now the day is here. My family decided to take a vacation to Binghamton, which is in New York to visit my cousin. The car drive there was ten hours long and halfway on the trip we ran out of gas and was a couple of miles from the gas station so me and my dad and I had to walk there to get gas and come back to where the car was parked which made the car trip even longer and stressful. After that it was a smooth ride and we got to Binghamton in no time.
People ride bicycles for various reasons. Some people ride bicycles for sport, fitness purposes, as a mode of transportation, fun activity, and some people ride bikes to simply relax and clear their mind after a long day. Regardless of the reason you ride, it is important to know the factors that contribute to bicycle and helmet safety. A study in 2014 shows that 103.7 million people rode a bike that year and 34 percent of Americans age three or older rode a bike at least once in that year (“Study: 103.7 Million Americans Ride Bikes”). The importance of bicycle safety cannot be underestimated. According to the 2008 Alabama Traffic Crash Facts, there were 182 bicycle crash injuries and four fatalities. In 2008, children 14 years old and under
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away. Before I left his house I asked him if he had wanted a ride to graduation, due to the fact he was in a car accident four days prior and the only vehicle he had at the moment was his motorcycle. He responded with a polite, "Nah." That's when I knew he wanted to take his bike.
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