Dirt Bike Essay

My father, brother and, I went up north so we could ride the dirt bikes with my father’s friends from work. I was as happy as a kid eating ice cream that we were going up north. The 1st day we went on some of the dirt roads and it was fun. Then we got back to the cabin and after a few hours we went back out again. We went to a lake to view and it looked nice. Then we got back and had a fire and played some games and went to bed.
The second day we went on some of the dirt roads again and it was not as fun so I asked my dad, “Could I challenge myself with the dirt bike.”
My dad said, “Sure why not you have been doing good so yes.” my dad said.
We went on the sand and it was soft as my dog’s fur and we were about ¼ of a mile into the sand

and I hit a tree and my pegs stabbed into my leg. Surprisingly I was not crying and the birk bike burned my leg also. We sat there for 10 minutes to make sure I was alright After I was alright I hopped on my dirt bike and I was riding again. Then 2 minutes later I fell again and hit a bump and slowly fell off and landed face first on the ground and I started laughing, hard.
After that we kept riding and went to fill up the gas tanks at the gas station. We tried to find a good restaurant and luckily we did find a good restaurant. We went all around the town and we left at 10:00 A.M and got back to the cabin at 6:00 P.M. After that we had some hot dogs that we roasted over the fire. Later that night we went back out at 10:00 P.M. and it was super dark but we had lights. When we got back we went inside the cabin and watched Insurgent.
The 3rd day we went out on the sand and I was doing awesome. We were trying to find a sand pit. We did find the sand pit and I almost died because I stalled and the bike almost fell backwards and if it did I would have broke my neck. After we got out of the sand pit we were riding to see the lake and I was going through huge puddles and the water was going over my head. Then we went to a restaurant to eat and they had hooks so we could hang the gear up on the hooks. We went back and one of my dads friends left. We kept riding and I went off the road and went in between two trees that did not look big enough for the bike handle bars.

After the last day I have gotten a lot better dirt biking. This is the story of the time I fell off of my dirt bike. I learned not to give up and keep trying.