The wind hitting your face, the thoughts in your head, the music’s bear urging you on. The feeling is like nothing in the world. It is an experience that is both soothing and deeply moving. In the past I used not care for biking at all. I finally learned in 4th and 5th grade, before that it seemed like an arduous task that I had no interest in. Even when I did learn to ride a bike, I still could not get into riding. My blue bike made it hard for me to get any enjoyment from it. It had no gears to help alleviate going up hills, instead it operated on man power alone. This was a problem because much of seattle feels like one big uphill climb. This all changed two summers ago when I had an opportunity to get a new bike. When I got one I hesitantly decided to take a ride. Through that summer I took rides to be alone with my thoughts. This was important for me. Some days I would ride on and on it almost felt like forever. I even reached the tip of Lake Washington. I reached 20 miles that day. Once I mistakenly forgot to bring a phone. When I was riding the distance seemed to disappear. I spent 3 hours riding, but it felt like nothing because as I went I was thinking and thinking. Biking so it seemed became more important the more I rode. Biking, …show more content…
After that summer I became more focused on how I needed to change. I was motivated to finish things that I started even if they were hard, I had to persevere through them. I was putting myself out there by talking to people more and asking them to hangout. People have mentioned that I am a very different person compared to who I was in middle school. When things came my way now, I would not give up. I persevered through more than I did before. School was not something I dreaded to do anymore I looked forward to it and tried by best. I planned ahead and worked on things little by
When ever you go out riding whether it be for pleasure or for sport, on-or off-road
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
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.
It was a rough start at first because of the multitude of changes that occurred all at once but I was determined and knew I could do it. I had lots of support from my family and they helped me get through the transition of being in school again. Although what I took as support
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
This summer I went to my lake house, on Lake Shafer. I tubed, skied, wakeboarded, and Kneeboarded. At the start of summer, I was tubing. It was so exciting when I caught air. I had to at least hit 4 feet in the air when my tube hit a wave. I was going so fast, it felt like I was hitting 70 mph when my mom turn the speed boat. It was the best time.
The car ride was reduced to complete silence. My head was turned towards the window, longing to be anywhere but there. I noticed the road curve in the distance, the thick trees swaying in the wind, and the sky turn dark ominous shades of blue. My thoughts drifted but always seemed to be pulled back to our problems. Was it my fault? No it couldn't be. Whenever your temper got out of hand you pinned it on me. Yet somehow I was always left with the feeling the overwhelming feeling of guilt for resenting you. It was like a constant tug a war between forgiveness or refusing to accept your behavior. I glanced over at you, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against your head. Your jaw was clenched tightly and you had that crease
Izaak realized how fast he was going down the hill. He tried to stop with the brakes, but there were none. All Izaak could think was this is how it would end. Izaak was knocked out, forgot who he was, where he was, all the memory was gone. Did he ever remember another thing? Does he even ride bikes anymore? Did Izaak live?
As I became more concerned about physical fitness, I found it harder to workout anywhere but in parks and nature trails. I soon began hiking and biking when I wasn't running for the pleasure of being outside. Whenever the snow of a Minnesota winter blankets the state, I take out my cross-country skis and immerse myself in the whitewashed landscape. Once the snow melts and the heat of summer returns, I hop into my kayak and paddle myself down the Rum River for hours. It doesn't matter if I'm alone or out with a friend.
I had to give things up and sit and watch all of my friends do what I wanted to do. After all the stress, I realized I had to catch up, because school meant everything to my future. School is not a place for me, and neither is the work but it is something that is nessecary for me or anyone to succed in life. It was hard for me to focus on my work or even understand it. Teachers can only go so far to help there students and so can others.
I knew I only had three more months of school left, and then I could hang out with my old friends during the summer. So, that motivated me to toughen up and keep pushing through my school
We are two minutes away from riding my dream ride since fifth grade. My sister, cousin, and I walk into another line for seats. When the next ride unloads, we begin to file into the seats and I am literally bouncing up and down on the seat. Our seat belts are fastened, the 3-D glasses are put on, and the ride finally begins to
for a ride on their day off, they modified their bikes and turned a hobby of
I see the bike. I notice its worn, but once clean and pristine frame that beckons me to ride. Its sharp, bright colors are like a simple painting, only on aluminum, not canvas. Its aggressive look tells me that I can ride with authority and do what I want on the bike. It inspires more confidence in my head than I will actually have on the trail. I walk over touch the bike. I place my hands on the handlebars and feel the soft and sticky texture of the grips. I push down on the handlebars a few times to remember the plush shock in front that is like a little angel o...
I was able to overcome many problems and challenge myself in different aspects. At the very beginning of the year, I was very sensitive and having a bad experience meant a bad life to me. Later on, I started to realize what I am doing in school, and why I am here… I understood that life without ups and downs means you're died.