My mom taught me how to drive a four-wheeler when I was 8 years old. We were in the huge backyard of my grandmother’s house between the rusty old playground and the deep big handmade pond. The sun, a bright yellow orb in the sky, was shining down brightly on my new red, shiny, four-wheeler helmet. My mom wore her favorite long seasonal brown, pink, and white, flowy skirt with vertical stripes that lightly skimmed the ground along with a dark brown tank top. My cousin Evan, Grandma Milly, the Basset Hound next door named Flash, and my Grandpa Ralph were also there watching me. When we inhaled, there was a sweet, fresh fragrance of the millions of fall leaves swiftly blowing through the talking wind and the strong, delicious scent of brownies and newly baked cookies. As my cousin Evan and I take turns driving the four wheeler and chasing each other with Flash following behind as the other one drives. We can taste the sweat dripping into our mouths from playing for hours. My mom on the other hand can taste the …show more content…
While Grandpa kept bringing more and more food fit to feed an army, I was bouncing in my seat when my stomach decided to growl as loud as a rabid dog. Everybody had a hyena laugh like this day was never going to end and my face was turning into a squashed tomato Grandpa Ralph finally finished bringing all the food out and we got to eat. “Bark!” Flash said goodbye and ran back home since it was also his time for lunch. That day there were multiple feelings throughout the day. Excitement explained how I was feeling during the whole time my cousin Evan and I were playing. Nervousness explained how my Grandma Milly felt about my cousin and I driving around without an adult on the four-wheeler with us. Mom was filled with joy and happiness because I was finally getting to do things on my own without her
There is no doubt that automobile plays an inevitable role in the world’s history, especially in the history of America. Both Kline and Pinch and Flink are on the problem of automobile, but they certainly have various focus. In Three stages of American automobile consciousness written by Flink, it divides the auto history into three stages and mainly argues about the history or the development of automobile industry in America, which is written in a big picture. On the other hand, Kine and Pinch tend to discuss the connection between rural area and automobile, also how gender get involved in the social construction after cars are brought to the America.
On that note, I shifted my truck into reverse and vacated the parking lot of the college I was dual-enrolled at. The thirty minute ride to my high school could not be over soon enough, as my destiny for the upcoming summer was at stake. The multitude of emotions I experienced on the seemingly endless car ride overcame me as my speedometer pushed the speed limit. Feelings of nervousness, excitement, optimism, courage, and anxiety crept into my mind.
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
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
With the increasing number of road accidents every year in California, the statistics have shown that almost 50% or more of the accidents happened are involved with the teenagers. The reason is very simple – rash driving, inexperienced driving, texting and driving or mere negligence. Whatever the reason may be, it is very risky to let your teenagers drive without understanding the implications of it. Hence, California State has enforced strict restrictions on the teenagers’ driving.
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 can still remember the first time my Granpa looked over at me in the truck and said, “You wanna try driving through the pasture, I can scoot the seat up for you and I’ll be right here”. For me at the age of 12, or so I could not picture myself driving. The property was privately owned and not much harm could be done. It was an old overgrown apple orchard; the trees had began to make a tunnel, grass in some places was taller then I. The fence that gripped the cows in was a mile heigh and rusty. The path that I was offered to drive through seemed to be long. This path was narrow with bushes lingering out from all the corners. With this kind of offer of course I
October 24th 1995, It was a brisk autumn day; the trees had just began changing colors, the once crisp navy green leaves had turned into burnt orange, candy apple red leaves that were fluttering from the trees. The neighbor’s yards were decorated with shinny plastic skeletons and fearsome ghosts made out of sheets ready to startle the trick or treaters that would be wandering the streets for Halloween. For everyone around the neighborhood it was a normal autumn day, however for my mother and I it was not. This was not only the day that the day that I was born but they day that I began to find out who I really was.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
Two of the greatest days of my life were the days my daughters were born. The first time I held the both of them and gazed into their eyes I felt a sense of relief and hope. The feeling is a warm tingling sensation that engulfed my entire body. The emotions that I felt are beyond what words can explain. It’s amazing to me that in the first few minutes of their lives they completely changed my perception of the world.
My mom would have us each take turns with who fed the horses for the night after school was done. I would make feed and my sister would bring the horses in for the night. I also learned how to muck stalls and drive the tractor
After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way upstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of toast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns filled the air with an inviting aroma. Just as I was setting down to begin eating, my mom turned to me and asked how my morning was going so far. My reply was,” It feels li...
I was only ten years old when I began learning how to ride a bike which wasn’t easy for me but got the hang of like any other person would. My family members were annoyed of me constantly asking for someone to teach me. I wanted my own bike just like my sisters and be able to ride along with them and not bother with their rude remarks of not being able to ride a bike. So my father decided to help me learn in front of my building in the summer until I was able to ride on my own. My father's reason for teaching was for us to spend more quality time together since he was always working. It took me three weeks to learn due to the small accident I had which help me learn a valuable lesson.
Then one day after he got tired, he told me to just drive him home. so that was my first time on the highway at 14 and in a full sized truck. That was pretty scary and pretty dangerous. When I ended up getting my first car, he taught me everything about it. He would get out there and roll around on the ground, showing me things about it.
Wheel is one of the most important inventions of human history. It has certainly became an essential part of our lives.