Four wheeling has been one of my family’s favorite activities for my whole life. Both of my parents even grew up riding. They kept the tradition of riding in our family by giving me my first four wheeler when I was five years old. I would take it on miniature trail rides until it eventually gave out and I had to hop on with my parents. We have continued that tradition by going on many four wheeling trips every summer. Most of the time it is just around my grandpa’s pasture and woods or in the back of my neighbor’s property. We are lucky enough to have trails so close to us, but we also like going to Black River Falls, Wisconsin to ride on the trails up there. Receiving my first four wheeler when I was five was a big deal to me. I thought I was the coolest person in the world riding around the yard in my plastic, battery powered four wheeler that ran out of juice every 30 minutes. Once I grew out of it and became responsible …show more content…
I lost my grip on the handle bars and began to fly over the front of the four wheeler. My dad quickly reacted and grabbed me and pulled me back onto the seat. We came to an abrupt stop as we struck the opposite side of the ditch. The sound of the muffled four wheeler echoed in our ears as we sat there in disbelief. What have I done. My dad was the first to get off of the four wheeler, he anxiously checked to make sure I was okay, and even after I told him I was fine multiple times, he insisted to have my aunt, who is a nurse, double check everything. We were both extremely lucky to come out of the situation without any serious injuries. I have no doubt that a guardian angel was with us that day because we were more than lucky to end up the way we did. I definitely learned my lesson to be careful before you try to be cool that day, unfortunately I had to learn it through a dangerous and scary
Most dirt bike riders have their own place at home to ride around with their family.If you don’t play any other sport this should be one you do so you and your parents can hang out and have fun exploring the outdoors.Think if you and your family had a dirt bike you could go up a mountain and have a nice picnic and enjoy the outdoor nature.
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!
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
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
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
When I was fourteen I began the search for a vehicle. I want to find an older truck or muscle car to fix up and have done by the time I got my driver’s license. So every day I would search the web for what would be the best looking, easiest to work on, and cheapest vehicle I could find. I fell in love with the look of the square body Chevy short bed trucks and it was all the things I was looking for; the hunt was on for the one for me.
When we went to michigan and took our fourwheeler and we went threw paths and threw mud.the time they use to do that we went to riding it was fun and how we use to no what happen to that with 3 fourwheeler they use in the mud they use to that they use to do and the stuff they use to no what happen to know that. and with my friends and we were there for a week and rode a lot and it was fun they use and the fun stuff the use to no what happen to that with the stuff and the four wheeler about got to.
Eight and a half hours away in Destin, Florida, my family went camping at Topsail Hill Campground. We go camping with our family friends every Thanksgiving, who have 3 older boys who love to do daring stunts on their bikes. So, my brother and I decided we wanted to try some too. We went into the middle of the forest where there was a path near a steep drop that was perfect for biking. We started off easy and did some bunny hops and wheelies to get warmed up. Suddenly, I had this great idea to learn how to ride without my hands. My brother and I kept practicing all day. I eventually got the hang of it, but my brother was getting very frustrated because he couldn't get it. He was getting so mad and reckless that he slipped and feel down the steep hill getting clobbered by his bike. Luckily, he didn't break anything, except for his bike. What we didn't see was the huddle of turkeys staring my brother down ten feet away from him. The turkeys starting slowly walking towards the little traumatized boy lying on the dirt, and eventually started pecking at him. The other three boys and I ran down there to shoo them away from my brother. Once it was all settled down we laughed about it and told our parents. That was my favorite Thanksgiving memory.
I was born and raised on snowmobiles. I remember times when I would fall asleep in front of my parents and, being able to ride by myself when I was 5 till now. All the trips my family has been on in four states and we are talking about going to the mountains this year. Being able to ride around here with all my friends see who can go the biggest jump.
Every single summer, the last two weeks of August; my family and I would go camping at Killbear Provincial Park. First time I went, I was 10 month old. I couldn’t talk yet and was just learning to crawl, but that didn’t stop my family from ending the tradition. I pretty much grew up there, all my favorite nature experiences are from camping there.
When I was little I absolutely loved riding my horse. I rode my horse with my mom everyday. I didn’t care if the whether was hot, or cold I would always be on my horse. I rode everyday after school. I have almost been riding horses since I was born.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
I am in complete isolation hearing only the sound of my breathing and insects in the brush surrounding me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching from behind. A second later, the top boy on the cross country team runs past me verifying my fear of being the slowest runner. While every practice the high school girls run in a pack, this would remain a dream to me. Humiliated and disheartened, my summer was spent in a solitary trudge.
After I was done putting on the shiny new helmet and goggles that my Dad had bought me, he would pick me up and place me right in front of him, between him and the gas tank, so I could hold on to the crossbar on the handlebars. Then as he let the aluminum clutch lever out easy and gradually twisted the throttle, we would speed off around the gate and down the dirt road behind the house.
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,