I remember my first bike. It was all I wanted that year. It was a Bratz lowrider with purple tassels on the handlebars, a purple banana suede seat, and huge wheels. When I got rid of my old baby bike and training wheels to move on to a “big girl bike”, I quickly learned that this was going to be extremely challenging. As I began to pedal, my handle bars wobbled, and the direction of the bike went off of the sidewalk. I knew I was in trouble because I crashed into a gate a few houses down and that was it. When I was younger, at the age of 7, I watched as the other kids rode their bikes, and I didn't know how. Part of me, being a kid of course, wanted to be just like the other kids, but a great part of me was determined to prove that I could
Needless to say, that experience has changed over time. It began from a simplistic design in 1904 as a motorized bike. However, as time progressed it brought about the introduction of the biker gang era. These were the bad asses image riding their heavy bikes down the highway, rebels who refused to give in to society’s pressures. It was the time of the Hell’s Angels, with their patches, long hair, and untidy beards that became the symbol of freedom on the road. They created the mantra of the bad ass dude on a bad ass American bike and no one was gonna tell him what to
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
...r," in 1885, which he never patented. It had a steerable front wheel that had easier turning, equally sized wheels and a chain drive to the rear wheel. As with the original velocipede, safety bicycles had been much less comfortable than high-wheelers precisely because of the smaller wheel size. Bicycle historians often call this period the "golden age" because many people could ride the bike without dying or injuring themselves.
things about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn’t sure when or
As a young kid I always loved bikes, cars, and basically anything that can go fast. So when I was seven years old I got to ride my first dirtbike. The dirtbike was our cousins so I rode it as much as I could. When I first saw the dirt bike I was very confused at all the complicated controls and buttons it had. It took me a few hours for my dad to teach me and help me learn how to use every thing. The dirt bike itself was bright yellow with black stripes across it and It reminded me of an old rotten banana but I still liked it anyway. Since I was seven years old I had training wheels which were thick bulky tires that looked older than time itself. Before I got onto the dirt bike I had a helmet and bodysuit to protect me incase I fell or crashed. The helmet was yellow and too big for my head like the bike and the bodysuit was a dark black and way too large for me.
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
When I turned twenty-two I was excited to purchase my first car, I had been saving for 5 years in order to obtain the car of my dreams. I knew exactly what I wanted, all the “bells and whistles”, and I knew exactly what I was willing to pay and not a penny more. I thought I had a strong knowledge of the sales and pricing of the particular car I was hoping to buy, because I had done my research for weeks browsing and comparing the Sunday car ads. I was assured that my knowledge of the sales would get me a fair price and a great deal. However, my overconfidence and naivety, in the “creepy” sales tactics used by the dealership, made me unaware of the three hour nightmare that was about to ensue; leaving me brokenhearted, angry and vowing to never step foot on a car lot again.
and I still wanted my very own dirt bike, so I started to look for the perfect dirt bike. After searching for a year, I finally found a deal on a perfect bike that I couldn't pass up. I was super excited to learn how to ride and see what adventures await me.
Unaware of the consequences, My friend told me to tell my little sister to take the candy bar, which I did even though I felt it wasn’t the right thing to do; which resulted in all of us being punished. At the age of five, you know you shouldn’t steal, but you aren’t quite aware of the consequences. This was me. I knew I shouldn’t tell my little sister to steal the candy bar after my mom had already told her she couldn’t have it, even though my friend was telling me I should, but I decided to not listen to the voice in my head telling me the right thing to do.
There are so many events that change one’s life that it is rather difficult to try and decipher which of those events are most important. Each event changes a different aspect of your life, molding how one’s personality turns out. One of these events occurred when I was about twelve years old and I attempted to steal from a Six Flags amusement park. My reasoning for stealing wasn’t that I didn’t have the money, or even that I wanted what I stole all that badly, it was that all of my friends had stolen something earlier that day and didn’t get caught. After getting caught I resolved, because the consequences are just not worth it, never to steal or give into peer pressure again.
I am very grateful that she helped me how to ride a bike. My first bike was a blue Schwin. I loved that bike from the time it had training wheels to the time I got a new one. We started with the bike in the bike yard and mom would run either beside or behind me holding on and helping me keep my balance. When she let go I would fall and gets all kind of bruises then she would be mad that she let and I got hurt because of it. I eventually got better and we moved out to the street in front of the house, I loved how it felt to ride the bike on the pavement.
Wow, what an experience it was to see for the first time a machine that could think!
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.
Well, that time arrived when Dad was taking me, and nothing was going to hold me back. I watched Dad approach me as he returned from a blue and white hire tent with a long (well what seemed long at the time), bright yellow foam board. It had a small white fin sticking out its rear. We stayed shallow and like any impatient 5 year old I began to suffer from frustration as I continuously nose dived into the sand at my efforts to stand up.
object. He added the seat and the pedals. Last so that I would not have any