The first dirt bike I have ever gotten was a Yamaha 125 1999 edition and I was excited, but then I started riding and it wouldn’t idle (Running but not moving) so then we had to take it to the shop. We found out that the carb. (Carburetor) was corroded so we gave it to the shop and they fixed it, but unfortunately it took them half a year to do so. Then one day I got a picture of my bike, my dad texted me. He also texted that it was done, but the day we got it was raining a lot, and it was super muddy so we couldn't go out and ride it, but I would have loved to ride it in the mud I mean obviously there’s a reason it’s called a dirt bike. But then a week later I started riding it and realized I was only in first gear and I was going super fast, but I didn't want to blow it up so I went up to 5th the highest gear and hit a jump and one of the workers at the track asked me if I wanted to enter a race so obviously I said yes. …show more content…
So the lady came on the track with a sign that said epic cross 2014 and went off, then all the bikes revved(increase of running the engine) and then the gate dropped(means the race has started) then I clicked up to 5th gear and got the hole shot (when you get first out of the start). Then I was riding thinking I was in last then I kept hearing people yell Carson's at first and then I was going so fast and hitting jumps so good and getting over people's
One of the funniest wrecks i had was right after i gt my new dirt bike it was on christmas day and i thought i could go faster then what i should be going and then i was going through a curve and the next thing i know i'm on the
When I got in the car the seat seemed to fit me perfect. It smelled like gasoline and oil inside and out which probably was not good but I loved it. When I turned the key there was a great deal of beeping and flashing lights. On the left side of the steering wheel was 3 bright white gauges. The gauge cluster was cycling through all the colors of the rainbow and on the dash were two screens for tuning the car and for showing even more information. The car was a manual but this was not my first rodeo. I forced the shifter into first gear and let out the clutch. The first thing that I noticed was the torque, it was like no car I had ever driven before. When I was driving it slow through the city it seemed average but once I hit the interstate it was insane. Starting up the on ramp to the interstate I started in second gear. I put the pedal all the way down and then I started to hear a whistle coming from the front of the car. I could hear the wheels spinning for a brief moment then it caught traction and flew forward. My head got thrown back and I was already going faster than the cars on the interstate. When I let off the petal to shift gears the car made a loud whoosh noise. I could not stop smiling for the rest of the drive. All the noises sounded like a symphony, the whistle of the turbo, the whoosh of the blow off valve and the straight pipe exhaust all working
It was April 14th, 2013. The first race of the Nebraska motocross series. I love the pure adrenaline rush and the competitiveness of racing motocross. I had been riding every chance that I could. My new bike felt amazing in-between my legs. Being way faster than I was on my old bike, I felt like I was going to have a great season. To my friends and I dirt bikes gave us the happiness and freedom that we desired. I was the lucky one that found out that they can also give you sadness and suppression.
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As a teenager, he became interested in motorcycles. As a gift, his father purchased him a fire-red, Italian motorcycle. He sped everywhere on it and became the envy of his classmates. He soon began racing motorcycles, for many of the local factory owners had racing teams. He...
I picked up my starting blocks and walked over to the white line along with the seven other girls right beside me. I rubbed the bitter cold from my arms, and took a deep breath. I went to work setting up my blocks, dropping the footholds into the slots that fit my specific measurements. The starter announced that we would have two more minutes to take some practice starts before he would call us to the line. I got down in my blocks, rose up, and finally sprang out of them, just as well as I had been doing in practice the day before. I could not have been more ready for my eighth grade Mid-Southern Conference track meet.
I make sure to wash my bike, make sure everything is working properly, and that it is spotless clean. I also make sure to get my clothes ready for when they call me up to the podium and go to sleep extra early because I know I have a very important day the next morning. It is finally race day! “This is where all my hard work pays off” I think to myself. On the way over there I am listening to my favorite music and I am feeling really good! I have not even started the race yet and I feel like I have already won it. I am warming up until they call my category up to the line that’s when I start to get butterflies in my stomach. The countdown started and we took off. The pace was nice and steady, in some parts we really pushed it, but I was able to hold on and maintain the pace. Cycling is all about strategy and working with your team, so that is exactly what I did. We played it smart so none of us will fall behind. The closer we are getting to the finish line, the more confident I feel. I still have plenty of energy for the sprint and in my mind no one can beat me. The last miles mainly consist of long hills, but with the right technique that’s no problem. Five more miles toward the finish line when it happen… I got a flat. I could not believe it, I felt the bike slowing down and in my head I was think “please don’t be a flat, please don’t be a flat.” When I turn and check I slightly had any air left. I quickly got down and looked for help but no
I thought, “Are you kidding me? Get to a field that is far away in five minutes??” I dropped everything and took off running. The rest of the group followed and we started on our way. Once we started running, we heard a noise behind us, that sounded like a car or golf cart.
Throughout the rest of the time, I maintained the jog, and now I was on my last lap. Surprisingly Emily and Lauren weren't far ahead, and I believe they were on their last lap as well. With determination, I began to sprint, making my heart pump faster than I had ever felt before. All that was left the was the straightaway, with Emily two feet away and Lauren ten feet.
As the season progressed, competition started getting fiercer. I was up against girls running at a 5A level, yet, I was able to hold my own. Finally there came a tiny light at the end of the tunnel; it seemed as though I was getting closer and closer to accomplishing my goal. Along with my undefeated title came a huge target painted on my back. I religiously checked "Rocky Preps" every day to see if the competition was gaining on me. It seemed that every time I had improved, there was someone right behind me, running their personal best too. I trained during the weeks before regionals like I had never trained before. Each day my stomach became more twisted with knots that looped around every part of my stomach. I don't think I had ever been that nervous in my whole life.
The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground. A wicked smile graced his lips. In in his mind it was all over. Unable to accept the idea of being roadkill, I did the only thing I could.....I turned the handlebars of my bike with all my might, veered off the road and into a nearby yard.
The trail in the woods was uneven and filled with roots, there would be a lot of tripping on that narrow path. As the path in the woods ended, we run up a small but steep gravel slope, then we would run about a quarter mile in the valley. The end strip of the race had small flags and banners on either side, it had a bunch of twists and turns and ended with a large blue mat that would detect your timer and record your
Wait. Be still. Don't go over the line. Don't let go. Wait for it. "BANG!" My reactions were precise as I sprung out of the blocks. The sun was beating down on my back as my feet clawed at the blistering, red turf. With every step I took, my toes sunk into the squishy, foul smelling surface, as my lungs grasped for air. Everything felt the way it should as I plunged toward my destination. I clutched the baton in my sweaty palms, promising myself not to let go. My long legs moved me as fast as I could go as I hugged the corner of the line like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy bear. The steps were just like I had practiced. As I came closer to my final steps, my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. The different colors of arrows started to pass under my feet, and I knew it was time.
sprocket. The situation seemed hopeless because I had a tuned specially tuned sprocket. We scrambled around the track asking people if they had any spares, yet our efforts seemed fruitless. With the nest race. approaching quickly, we ran into a little luck. It wasn't the best. sprocket, but it would have to do. I barely put the engine together. time to make the next rounds of racing. Once again I pulled back into the
Next, we went down to the bleachers and watched the rest of the teams from our section. I was amazed at how good their routines were and how many people were on their’ teams. Before I knew it the awards ceremony was up. We got down from the bleachers and sat in a circle on the gym floor. Surround by about twenty other teams sitting exactly like we were. My heart was pulsing loudly, and my hands were shaking. I was super nervous. The announcer said,” In 3rd place, the team from Decorah.” Everyone cheered. Once it is quiet again he said,” In 2nd place the team from Cresco.” Then after everyone was done cheering the announcer said,” Drumroll please.” We all started a drumroll loudly on the floor. Then he said, “ In first place…” Everyone went silent from the anticipation. The gym was still. It's not going to be our team we did our best that is what matters. Then he finished “, The team from West Union!” I immediately jumped up and started hugging everyone around me. “ I can’t believe we won!” I said to the person next to