To start my grandma and I went to Hobby Haven to get a new motor for my rc Traxxas The Rustler. I had a race that night so I had to hurry,I won the motor was so fast.I was remembering when I got 2nd on my first race As soon as I got home,I told my parents I won and went to bed.Then in the morning I tuned it and told my dad how fast it could go.He didn’t believe me.But it was fast I don’t understand why he didn’t believe me. Dad said, “There is no way it can go that fast”. “I’d prove it”, I argued.So, he took me to an abandoned airport. I put the tires on my car on the way there.It was hard,it was so wabbly,I also charged the batteries. We got there. I did a 20mph test run to see if there were any potholes or bumps of any kind.Thank goodness
Together we started making the sounds the trucks make vroom! rumble! zoom! As I read the book I encourage Alejandro by asking him questions that will allow him to think deeper that just naming the objects of the pictures. Why do we need recycle trucks? He responded that we need them for the trash. I evaluated his response and added that it is true that we need recycle trucks for the trash I emphasized the importance of these trucks in keeping the environment clean. If we did not have trucks that pick up the trash there would be trash everywhere. We continued reading the book Alejandro finished my sentences. I kept asking him about the different trucks and their jobs. He then told me about the U-Haul truck and how it is used to move people. He told me that he saw one when his parents were moving to the Bronx two months ago. I also asked him about the pictures and what he saw in their surroundings. He mentioned how all the trucks were connected to a letter in the alphabet. Alejandro also noticed that the letters were written in clear and big bold fonts. When we got to the last page of the book he shouted, “day and night, just watch and
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.
I made it to Wickenburg without incident. I ate a decent meal in a nice restaurant while waiting for my wheels to be re-rubberized.
My best friend and I were so excited, we were going to Six Flags some where we haven’t been in years. Around this time we were twelve years old and thought we were the most adventurous people in the world. The night before going to Six Flags I spent the night over her house. My best friend and I couldn’t stop talking about the rides we would get on, which one would be first and what we were going to eat.
first took to get to Cheddar and then we took the B3135 to get into
My parents still tell me stories when my brother and I would fall asleep riding with them. When I was five I got a Mini Z 120 that was the best thing a five-year-old could get and let me tell you I rode the daylights out of that. I only hit two trees and one pickup and the house two times, dad was never happy about that, but then again I was only five. Then when I got older I would ride with my dad on the back and tucker would ride his own and then now and then I would drive with my dad with me. Then one day I was riding on my own. I was 13 and we got to Ventura and we had to get gas so we pull into the gas station there was a DNR sitting there. I didn’t have my
there was not a car in sight. Due to the fact that the road was "all mine", I
I proved to myself and that I am a tough human being that can take on anything, one step at a time. There will be breakdowns as well as self and extrinsic doubt involved, but I will and can do anything. Many of my peers and teachers do not know I did this race and frankly, I don't need them to. I may not have changed in anyone else's eyes that day but for me everything changed. I raced for myself that
The next thing I knew I was running as fast as I could. I was about half ways done and I couldn't see anyone ahead of me. I had to keep pushing. As I crossed the finish I knew I got first. I was so happy.
It first began, my love for aviation, when I took a solo trip to Missouri to visit my cousins when I was about eleven years old. Although I enjoyed
I slowly pressed my foot down on the accelerator as I approached the passing lane. I was tired of following the old man in his beat up, gold station wagon at 50 miles per hour. I needed to get to school! I was right behind him when I topped the hill and entered the passing zone. That's when I saw it...
My first car. When I was fifteen years old my father gave me my first car. It was a 1969 Chevrolet Nova, candy apple red, black leather interior, Three hundred and fifty cubic inch inch engine that had been modified to a four hundred and eight cubic inches. It was a fall day on a Friday and I had just gotten off the school bus as I walked up my driveway and saw the car and thought wow that is a really nice car. My father was sitting on the front porch in a pair of blue work pants, no shirt, covered in his prison tattoos and grease. My father was a very firm but fair man, not a big talker. I walked up and said hi, he gave me a half grin. I asked who was at the house? He said just us. I looked back at the car and said who’s is that? He looked at me and said yours. what do you mean? I asked. He said this is your first car. My father was not the joking type so i knew it was for real. I dropped my book bag and ran to the car to look it over. I remember the feeling rush over me at that moment that this was the best possible first anyone had ever received. As the hour lone giggling fest came to a close, I noticed a large metal car part lying behind the car. I asked my father “ what is this”?
track my engine shut off and forced me to coast the car to the finish line.
Then my dad brought me home a new computer. Man, I was excited! I waited outside for what seemed like hours for him to come home with it. It was a 486 with a 33 MHz processor, double speed CD-ROM drive, and 2400-baud modem. I was finally going to learn this new
As long as I can remember, I have always been interested in cars, trucks, and other gear-head type stuff. I think I have liked automotive things because my dad is very mechanical and has taught my brother and I more about cars than we really need to know. Luckily in the past few years I have also taken an interest in motorcycles. This began shortly before my sixteenth birthday when I found out that my brother had secretly acquired one and was keeping it at a friends house. As the story goes, my brother Mike noticed an old rusty bike leaning against a shed in someones yard when he was driving around with one of his friends in our truck. Mike asked the man who lived there if he would be willing to part with the motorcycle, and eventually it ended up at our house. That bike was certainly nothing special to look at and when I first saw it, it really wasnt anywhere near running condition.