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 …show more content…
The last thing I wanted to learn about was jumping. This skill would be hardest but it would be crucial if I wanted to be an adventurous rider. It was very hard at first, by which I mean I would get air but crash. When I got the hang of it it was awesome it felt so great to be flying, or at least that’s what it felt like. By the end of my tenth year on this planet I was totally ready for a bigger four wheeler. Actually a four wheeler that would be twice as big as my current one at the time. So, I got a Suzuki ltz four hundred, this four wheeler was incredible I loved it a bunch. The first time I rode it I was being typical adventurous me and rolled it. That hurt pretty bad and I didn’t really want to ride anymore that day but I realized that stuff happens and if I’m still alive I’m going to keep on trucking. So, I learned all of the previous skills that I had on my old bike except this time I was much faster and way better. I was able to drag race and beat fifty percent or more of people but most of the time I’d win more. But then came winter time, I hated riding in the cold so I didn’t ride for a long time because it was a long winter. So, I also lost a lot of my
Success is not given, it is earned. Waking up for a 5am skating practice is nobody’s ideal Wednesday morning, especially for a hormonal teenager like myself. However, satisfaction of landing a new jump or learning a new spin does not come from letting our ‘wants’ buyout our dreams. “By the time we’d finished, we were amazed at how much the book had taught us: about ourselves.” I don’t always succeed, nor do I always expect to. Throughout all the morning practices and late night workouts, failure is something I have learned from. I remember giving up on myself countless times after falling on a jump or not turning my edges properly, as if I had ‘writer's-block,’ feeling completely numb. Nevertheless, succeeding was the easy part, it was learning to grow into the 6 year old singing, confident, child again, and defeating the numbness. I have learned, along the way, people are going to try to undercut your success or take credit for your hard work. However, it is the end product that matters. It will be I who knows how to complete a program, or I who knows how to work hard. Staying focused as the athlete I am, not letting people side track me, builds the confidence to know ‘I finished the
I had arrived to the jumping pits ready to preform my best with my parents standing along the fence cheering for both my sister and I. I was ranked first coming into the event so I knew if I preformed my best jump I would take first place, or so I thought. As I stepped foot on the runway to preform my jump I said good luck to my sister Cora, who then proceeded to stand in line behind me. On my first attempt I jumped 35 feet 8 inches on and was satisfied because it was my farthest jump in the season. As I made my way to the back of the line to preform my second jump I hear the announcer say, “35 feet 2 inches.” Shocked that somebody was jumping almost as far as I had I turned around to see who jumped, and it was Cora. At that moment my adrenaline kicked in, and so did my sister’s. I hopped right back in line with a mindset to make my next jump unreachable. As I anticipated what the measured jump would say I was anxious, “36 ft 3 inches.” A sigh of relief hit me because I knew that was half an inch under my school record and my sister had only one jump left. Cora made her way down the runway with victory on her mind, and when she hit the sandpit I looked the other way scared of what the measurement might be. “36 feet flat” the announcer broadcasted. With that being said a giant smile streaked across Cora’s face, as a giant frown draped down mine. Her jump was too close for
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.
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
Have you ever rode a dirtbike? I have my dad got it for me on my 9th b-day. After receiving this dirt bike, I now ride it all over the place. It has become apart of my life!
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
There I was standing on the hill. Hands gripped to my skateboard in fear. My friend staring at the road to warn me of cars. I set my skateboard down on the newly paved road and started down the hill flying past the trees and houses. Until I saw it, the line of cars heading my way. My legs and board shaking. I fall and summersalt down the hill. I stop myself and crawl into the wet grass. I grab my board, hands shaking and scratched. I lay on my back, head throbbing in pain, knees gushing blood, and clothes ripped. I close my eyes because of embarrassment and anger. The feeling in my chest I couldn’t comprehend. It was a feeling of hurt, I had failed at my favorite thing in the world and I never wanted to feel that again. That day I decided to turn my failure into success by practicing and accepting my family’s teaching me to never give up.
At a very young age my dad had a YZ-250 (a dirt bike) he used to take me for rides on it, and if I wasn't on it he was doing cool stunts. I was always impressed when he would pop wheelies and do jumps. I always was fascinated by the fact that a person can be lifted of the ground that high. A couple years went by
Because I knew had to do tricks that only a handful of people know how to do. I learned if you try hard enough, you can defy gravity. Helping me believe in myself and realizing how powerful I was. Truthfully I thought was the key to
My dream career would be owning and operation my own therapeutic riding center for disabled children and veterans. I would allow those with emotional, mental or physical disabilities into my program. Together we would increase their physical, emotional, spiritual, and cognitive abilities. Studies have shown that horse back riding is the only exercise that gives riders the swinging motion that is very similar to that of walking. Therefore it develops core muscles and soothes the mind because it can be strenuous and relaxing at the same time. I have seen the results first hand and it makes all the effort put in worthwhile. If nothing else, it gives the kids tremendous confidence. This would be my perfect situation, sadly that is just not realistic.
I got my first car on June 7th of this year from a private car dealer after searching for months. I had my fair share of cars that I saw that where piles of crap said to be in great condition, thanks to desperate car owners. Though in the end I got a car that I wanted and in great condition. Would I ever go through the craigslist hunt again? Maybe if the need for another car presented itself.
First off let's start with my love skateboarding this all started around the age of eight. This was probably the hardest sport I ever decide to pick up but that did not discourage me. I had gotten pretty good to until I took a break because of other sports, and I had to repeat the some of the cycle all over again I knew how to do the basics but not everything I used to be able to do. After I stuck with it for the rest of my life and sure I’m still not as
Three, two, one.” We were off and I was ahead of Louis. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to pass any of the other riders, but it was my mission to beat Louis. I am extremely competitive. I whipped around the first turn in the inside. Louis took the outside and I was far ahead. I floored it over the whoops and the turn ahead was extremely sharp. I slowed down to get the feel for the track. I shifted down into second and slid. Up next was a tabletop jump. I had never done a jump and I didn’t know what kind it was so I was very steady. I shifted up to fourth and got massive air. “Woohoo,” I scream. I couldn't believe I just jumped on a professional track. I thought I was going to
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.
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