I got onto my bus as I heard the engine start. I took a seat as close to the front because I was eager to get off and go ride my bike. After 2 stops I was finally arriving at mine. I heard the squeaky doors open as I got up and walked off. I ran up my sidewalk and turned to run to my garage. I got up to the old rusty metal box and started to open it until I heard my mom yell to me. "Come here!" she yelled as I started to run over. "Yeah?" I asked ready to bolt to the garage again. "This might be hard to take in but me and your father have been thinking about how dangerous your bike is and we would like it if you stopped completely or got a smaller, slower bike." she said quickly hoping I wouldn't get mad. "I don't think so" I said annoyed as I walked back to my garage. …show more content…
I went back into the garage and grabbed my new helmet I bought. I slid the helmet on and buckled it tightly. I jumped onto the seat of my klx 125 and made sure I was in neutral. I pulled in the clutch and gave it one kick and it started. I revved it a little bit and shifted into first gear and pulled away kicking up a little dirt behind me. I got onto my road and I looked at my worn down knobby tires from the asphalt. I laughed about the thought of me stopping because it isn't dangerous since I know what I am doing and I will never fall. I started to joke around by swerving and speeding up randomly. I almost fell ironically because I rode through some gravel and slid a little
Owning exercise equipment is a good way to stay motivated and ensure you work out every day. While you may be tempted to buy the biggest and best exercise bike, you will need to consider your living space. If you don’t have enough room, the bike won’t fit properly, and you won’t be able to use it. There are compact bikes available that fit in smaller rooms, and allow you to get proper exercise. If you’re unsure about where to start looking for a compact exercise bike, this review should help get you started. After all, not having enough space is a terrible excuse for not exercising.
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
One of my most memorable days in my life was when I came to Flatwoods. I awaken from slumber it was about 7:50. I usually wake up at 7:00 but the previous day I received a letter in the mail saying I have been approved at job corps of VA aka Flatwoods. I have to be ready to leave at 10:30 so I can catch the bus. I have arrived at the Greyhound and it was quite a while so I had some free time. Going to the store I saw a Subway. I ate there for 40 minutes it was now 10:28 and on my way walking back and people was just loading up on the bus. The man driving the bus checked my bus ticket and I put my bags on the bus.
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.
Once we pulled the first truck we started to hit the mud holes with both trucks. The best part is that we ended up cracking the rim on the second truck and the first truck had a leak around the bead. But I also stop and think about the bad times like when Wyatt, Wes and me were dirtbike and Wyatt crashed and broke his leg. I was right behind him when it happened and I remember as it happened in slow motion.
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
“So since its broken, I think were going to put you in a boot.” he told me.
I put all of my bag and my suitcase into the car and then came in to eat dinner. After eating and watching tv for a bit we headed to the school where we are supposed to meet for the buses. When we got there it was 8 o’clock and starting to get dark and cold outside. We all met in the gym with our parents and waited for a half an hour before the teachers started letting the students loading there bags and suitcases onto the bus. After saying our goodbyes to our parents we got on the bus and started to head to D.C. The bus ride there it was pretty boring since everyone was tired from the school day so most of us past out including me. After a few hours of sleeping, the bus stopped at a bus station so that everyone could use the restroom and once I got off the bus I had a loss of balance since my eyes didn 't want to open from sleeping so I couldn 't see where I was going most of the time. But I managed to use the restroom and get back to my seat alright. Once I sat down I fell right
school. From a far distance, I saw a trolley was coming towards me. Being busy texting with a friend, I
My first speeding ticket Everybody have their biggest fear. Mine was to be pulled over by the police. A few months ago, my father had his car in a body shop, so he asked me if I can take him to his friend’s house. I told him I could give him a ride next day in the morning, for I had to work that afternoon.
I was certain it would only take me twenty minutes to make it to class at the rate I was going. I was in high spirts, because every light seemed to be green. Traffic was also very light, which helped. I pulled up to the school and I found the perfect parking spot. I jumped
Let me see if I could help you,” my mom said as she entered the room. She sat down next to me and took the box from my lap. Then, she began to endeavor to open the box, pushing wooden blocks around and placing her fingers in peculiar positions. It was too much for my mind to process at the time. At last, the box clicked open.
One of the most memorable bus experiences in my life happened when I was in fifth grade. The final bell at school had rung, so I sprinted out to the bus with a few of my friends to save seats since our bus was always crowded. After we flung our backpacks into the four back seats, we ran back inside the school to buy some Mountain Dew from the pop machine in the cafeteria. After jamming our quarters into the machine and snatching the cans out of the bin, we sprinted back outside to make sure we did not miss the bus. It was still there, in all its yellow glory, so we hurried through the doors and onto the bus.