Descriptive Essay On Riding My Suzuki Dr650

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Evan Jensen English 103 Professor Nezafati April 20 2014 Riding my Suzuki DR650 is not just my transportation, but it has become an extension of me and has taken me on numerous more meaningful adventures than I could possibly count. The experience of riding can be summed up in two phrases: exhilarating bliss and artificial nirvana. I leave the warm comforts of my house donning my riding jacket adorned with black and white 600 denier polyester, trimmed with high visibility yellow adding a touch of color to an otherwise serious jacket, black leather gloves with carbon fiber knuckles that seem to mesmerize anyone who even so much as glances at them, and my black, semi-aggressive, some would say foreign, others would say alien looking helmet. …show more content…

The bright yellow is the most distinctive feature everyone notices on and off road. A white headlight frame …show more content…

Reaching 25 miles per hour I shift up into 2nd gear, being careful to kick it hard enough to make it past neutral where upon shifting into would cause the bike to rev up and let out a high roar all motorcyclists consider embarrassing. Turning right onto the main road I accelerate out of the corner, the G-forces pushing me down, so I lean the bike to an easy 45 degrees. During that short amount of time you forget everything going on around you and focus on the line you have chose and how you are going to get there. Back onto a straightaway I accelerate like there’s no tomorrow, the wind roaring past me, pushing my head back, creating pressure on my entire upper body only counteracted by tucking in or leaning forward. Wide open throttle, I begin to wonder “How fast could I go? How long would it take me? Is there a cop watching? How fast could I get in fourth gear alone?”. Almost like waking up from a trance I regain my consciousness of my situation and close the throttle to get back to the Speed Limit. It is now apparent to me how bad wind chill is in the early mornings. The mesh in my jacket lets air rush through, causing goosebumps in select areas, all the while being combated by the sun beating down on my mostly black gear and the heat radiating off of the exhaust pipes right next to my right ankle. Many aromas wage war on

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