Looking back, who would have guessed that an accident that happened six years ago would have been the most life-changing, yet frightening moment of my life? It was the first day of summer in 2010, and I had just learned how to ride a bike. It was a typical Friday for me: my parents were getting home from work, and my siblings and I were packing for a camping trip in Lyndon, IL. Camping in Lyndon, IL is an event my whole family looks forward to in the summer since its outdoors, and there are many fun things to do. However this year was going to be even more exciting now that all of us kids knew how to ride bikes. When three O’Clock rolled around, we were all packed and ready to hit the road. Lyndon is about a fifteen to twenty minuet drive from my house which isn't very time-consuming, but when I was are overly enthusiastic, looking at my bike in the back of my dads truck, it felt like hours! I knew for a fact when were getting close to our campsite. The smooth road disappeared into rocky gravel. Upon …show more content…
I ended up hitting a huge pothole and losing control of my bike. When I tried to stop myself , my left arm got stuck in the cross bar of the bike and my bike flipped! I was on the ground bursting with laughter that when I finally came to my senses I realized my arm was bleeding. The bone of my forearm was sticking out of my arm, and I became consumed with panic. “Help, please! Somebody help me!” I remember screaming. I will never forget my arm dangling with the bone of my forearm just hanging out of me. After screaming what felt like a thousand years, a nice lady stopped and rushed over to me in a golf cart. She tried everything she could to help me but with her being older we needed more assistance. I could see it now in the campground newsletter ,“Girl Breaks Arm and Saved By Old Lady”. I'm pretty sure I was crying of pain but way more of
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
Have you ever had to make some kind of choice in life, that resulted in something significant? Hannah is a 14-year-old girl who moves in with her aunt, Tante, Rose. Hannah is an aspiring pianist with an enormous amount of talent who is taught by Tante Rose. Her dream is to be a pianist like Tante Rose. At first, Hannah chooses to obey her aunt.
The running man, hobby horse and velocipede were all names associated with what we know today as the bicycle. The story behind the bicycle has an amazing and catastrophic beginning. It begins in Indonesia in 1815, where an obscure volcano named Mount Tambora erupts dispersing a blast of gas, dust and rocks into the atmosphere. An abundance of ash poured down the mountains flanks and burned grassland and forests. Unwittingly, this explosion contributed to the crop failure in North America and epidemics in Europe. Scientists believe that Tambora was somewhat responsible for the random cold climate that affected most of the Northern Hemisphere in 1816, known as "The Year Without The Summer". In Northeastern United States the weather in mid-may
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.
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.
What caused this very unfortunate situation? Let me answer that for you. You were in a serious motorcycle crash and had to have many medical operations. Why so many operations? You weren't wearing a helmet.
The day started out like any other day, except for one difference, I decided to ride my motorcycle to school. I woke up that morning and saw it was a beautiful, bright and sunny day, so I thought, "What a perfect time to ride my bike to school." I did my regular morning routine as usual. As I was going through my closet I decided to wear shorts, a t-shirt and a vest instead of a coat, because it was such a bright and sunny day. When I went outside I heard the birds chirping and this dog barking in the RV Park. It had to be one of the most beautiful mornings I had ever seen. The sun was shinning down on me making my cold skin warm right up. After I had gotten done looking at all the beautiful colors on the trees I started my motorcycle. It started just fine and sounded like a lion giving his morning roar. I put on my helmet and started out for school. This was only my second time, driving a motorcycle on public roads, and, since it was my second time, I decided to take the back roads to school. Riding to school on a monocross motorcycle is different from anything else. Monocrosses are a mix between a street bike and a dirt bike. They have the power to climb hills, but they also have a mirror, turning lights, license plate, and other things to make it street legal.
Do you enjoy riding your bike? The feel of the wind blowing on your face, the shifting of the gears, the exhilarating feeling. Don’t you love that? Back in 1st grade, I learned how to ride my bike, and I’m so glad I did. At first, I was really nervous; mostly, because I didn’t want to crash. In fact, the first time I tried writing without training wheels, I crashed right into the
This year has definitely been one of growth for me. This was the first year that I actually trained and committed to racing, and it was a season wrought with immense suffering, stupid mistakes and a little bad luck. All these feelings were topped off with lots of joy, smiles and a new perspective of bicycle racing. My last mountain bike race of the year was a time trial.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
On August 5th, 2001, my dad was making his way across the steep hills of a town known as Colliers. Exploring around different trails on his new flaming red quad, he was only feeling joy and having fun with his friends. Riding allowed my dad to get away from the responsibilities of work and our family. Except this time, this one ...
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.
Never would I have thought that accident could occur to my family and myself so suddenly. It was a warm, sunny morning when my mom, and my nanny, Carrie, drove me to a pediatric hospital for a health check up on a motorcycle. With me sitting tightly in between my mom and Carrie, I held onto my