Bike Narrative Essay

(www.sports.jrank.org) At the age of five, Carmichael got his first dirt bike as a Valentines present from his parents. His first dirt bike was a Yamaha Tri-zinger. When he got his bike he was bound and determined to race and cross the finish line in first place. Ricky was brave and fast and that is just what he did. In 1996 he started to race professionally.

I was a regular child who just wanted to enjoy life. I did not believe in learning something that did not interest me. For the sake of conformity, I had to accomplish this task so that I could put a smile on my parents’ faces, even though I despised that guitar with all my heart. I went week after week to the instructor, and week after week, I would come back distressed and tired of the lessons and of the incredible amount of practice hours required. After wasting a year of my life learning how to play the guitar, I still had not accomplished anything special.

Well, of course, I fell. Not only did I fall, but I ended up with a cast on my left wrist for a month. Luckily, a few days before my birthday, my cast was removed. This was fortunate for me because I was getting the gift of all birthday gifts. I was getting that bike I had been eyeing for so long.

I once had an idea of having the baby and put it up for adoption but I thought it would only be devilish of me to give away my child for lotto when I was still alive, but still I had no other option but to either do that or abort the baby or kill both of us after the birth. I knew I needed help right away but I could not accept that at the moment since I decided to keep it totally confidential. Doing this only made me ride a bicycle in the mud, I was not going anywhere with it. My teenage years were pretty much like olive seed and I really assumed this was the end of my precious but ruined life, altogether. I regretted the minute I was born.

It is a lime green 1976 KX250 dirt bike that my father had given to me as a child to restore and was exactly the same as the one he had bought as a teen. It is all black with a lime green gas tank that says Kawasaki and has two large knobby tires. It is one of the first race models that was produced for use on motocross dirt tracks and also the same as the first bike I would ever ride. The bike that would bring my father and I close together, and the bike that would make me love riding off road vehicles forever. I was only knee-high to a grasshopper when I first felt the wail of a two stroke engine underneath me.

The Perfect Motorcycle 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.

He says “I only did it because you did it first”. He always ask for a ride to different places. He ask for money just so he can do something that’s gone stop him from getting a job. He is a very unconsidered person, he will wait until the last minute to do something. Like I was at work he could had taken care of his business, but instead he waited until I went to go handle my business and at that time we did not have no one to watch our son.

I drove the limo down the road, looking for that stupid, ugly food truck for crêpes. I hated it so much it was laughable. Especially since he just got it for the mission he was working on, but probably planned to use it in the future. L would be irritated, even though he wouldn't show it, that I was going to drive my car separately. I didn't want to go in the truck, but I had to meet them there anyways.

I felt like I was not wanted by anybody, especially at school. I did have suicidal thoughts, but in middle school I actually tried to take my own life. Now, it was not that my plan did not work. I just found myself not being able to do everything that I had planned so that I would not be alive anymore. I felt like God was telling me that I could not end my life and He was not done with me yet, so I was not able to finish my task.

Finny realized that the injury to his leg was not going to be temporary but permanent in many ways. This injury prevented him from enlisting in the army. Finny was in denial about the war all the way up to the point in the novel when he saw that Lepper really had gone crazy. Finny believed that there was really a war from that point on because his theory was; it takes a war to make a man crazy. Gene had many aspects of the war to deal with in addition to his emotional stress.