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As my flesh started to be spread across the pavement, dirt, and gravel, I thought to myself "Why, why did I ride today?" I wish I could have thought of a better way to get home that day. It had been raining that afternoon and the thought had crossed my mind not to ride home, but I didn't want to leave my bike at school.
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.
The morning ride to school went great. The bike was running perfectly and cornered well. While I was riding to school, I got the feeling like I was flying. When I started into a corner I would slow way down. Then, when I knew I could shoot out of it, I would twist the throttle as far back as it would go and would power out of the corners. When I was powering out of the corners, the engine would whine like it was screaming for me to let go.
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After smacking my head on the road, I started to feel a little bit of pain in my lower leg. I couldn't tell, but it looked like there were little pieces of white flesh on the road behind me as I slid. The pain in my lower leg went away pretty fast; but I had a pretty good headache through the rest of the ordeal.
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By the time my dad arrived I had showered and used two bottles of hydrogen peroxide trying to wash out the gravel from my cuts. He gave me a good looking over and said my elbow might need stitches. I didn't want stitches and I wanted to play in our first football game of the season. I told my dad I was going to be okay, I just needed some time to heal. So we didn't go to the doctor. Then my mom showed up and asked the same things my dad and I had already discussed. After roughly two weeks of constantly cleaning out the cuts and scrapes, and many tubes of Neosporin, my leg started healing. I went through countless bandages and a lot of sleepless nights, because of the pain in my leg and arm. Thank goodness my parents were there to help me through this accident. They weren't even upset about the bike. I'm sure I did scare them. My mom always says, "There's nothing more important in this world than having our son alive and well".
Now, when I go for a motorcycle ride, I wear pants, a coat, and a helmet. I don't want to have my flesh spread across pavement, dirt, and gravel again.