When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off. I remember hearing birds chirp and tweet, the tweets were music to my ears. Cars zoomed by with a whoosh a few of the cars beeped their horns as they rode by our house. You could also hear kids playing next door and in the trailer park behind our house. Some people would walk down the street and you could hear them mumbling
to themselves or others with them. Now when I think back to that time I laugh because it was funny how almost never learned how to ride a bike without the help of training wheels, but now it is as easy as pie. From this event I have learned that I can do a lot if I just try and believe in myself. Now I have the courage and the strength to try new things. I will not let that one little fall keep me from pursuing my dreams and trying new things.
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!
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.
It was almost learning how to ride a bike again. When I learned how to pick up more speed it felt amazing as I zipped through the trails immediately loving it. With my training wheels I learned how to balance the bike and use the controls. After a week or so my dad took off the training wheels and I was free to go where I wanted. However before I could go my dad tried to explain to me how to change gears and up the speed on the dirtbike. I had know idea what he was talking about and didn't really care either. When I took off the training wheels and started driving without them it felt way different. I was faster and way less balanced. However I got way better and started to go farther out. I was only limited to go around my pole barn and stay insight of my
When I was first tried to ride my bike without training wheels, it was during the summer. One hot day, I got my papa to take off the training wheels and then we pushed the bike to the front yard, which is where I would start. I hopped on my bike and started to pedaled. I made it a couple of inches before I fell, so then I took a break. After the break, I hopped back on my bike and started to pedaled again, and then I rode the bike
Why I Enjoy Riding Dirt Bikes Some people may not be aware of it, but motocross is the most physically demanding sport out there. Anyone else that does ride will completely agree with that statement, but it is also something that people, and I, enjoy very much. It is a good way to get exercise and to hang out with your friends. My essay is about something I enjoy doing, riding dirt bikes. The bike I ride is a 1992 Honda CR 250.
Then after I jumped of the bike I remember that I barely made it onto the slip and slide. Then I heard my brothers laughing at me cause I guess they thought it was funny how I fell onto the slip and slide. I was laughing and screaming after I was done I guess that I learned how to be brave with them. Which I thought it was fun when we played boy games as my aunts told me that I had to play with dolls and girl games. But my dad and my uncles always supported me they said don’t listen to them you can play whatever you want.
Do you enjoy riding your bike? The feel of the wind blowing on your face, the shifting of the gears, the exhilarating feeling. Don’t you love that? Back in 1st grade, I learned how to ride my bike, and I’m so glad I did. At first, I was really nervous; mostly, because I didn’t want to crash. In fact, the first time I tried writing without training wheels, I crashed right into the
People always say that I’m so sweet, that I normally always follow the rules, and that I would never do something my parents specifically told me not to. Well, most people don’t know that I have broken rules, that I am not always sweet, and that sometimes I do things my parents tell me not to. I always have consequences for my bad actions, but one time I got lucky. One time I ran away. During spring break 2013 I finally learned how to ride a bike.
I got onto my bus as I heard the engine start. I took a seat as close to the front because I was eager to get off and go ride my bike. After 2 stops I was finally arriving at mine. I heard the squeaky doors open as I got up and walked off. I ran up my sidewalk and turned to run to my garage.
My family and I lived in the mountains above Chico, in a place called Concow. My father had built a cabin for my mother and I along with my two younger brothers, but at that time we were living in a school bus. It was the middle of the night when I had gotten up out of bed to go to the restroom, after I walked out I turned and being the small five year old I was I was greatly confused at
Everyone learns how to ride a bike at one point in their life. I learned at the age of six. The pavement squeaked beneath my tires as I furiously pedaled trying to gain speed. The sun blazed down, illuminating the road in front of me and sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The sweat slowly pooled at my hairline and dripped down my face.
I was three years old camping with family in the middle of the woods near a stream. My dad, grandpa, uncle, and I had been on a cement bridge just wide enough to stand on. They were testing my new pellet gun on a near rock sticking out of the water. Almost every shot was hitting and it was now my turn. I lifted the gun, looked down the sights and shot.
I didn't learn until I was nearly eight years old. Now, this may be due to the fact that I was never interested in riding a bike until all my friends could. It didn't really help that I was the smallest and youngest in the group of cousins, so I was always made fun of whenever I tried to ride a bike and failed. Little did I know; my grandma was going to take matters into her own hands.
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.
I said goodbye to my mom grabbed my bike and took off. It was a beautiful day about 80° but with a nice common breeze nothing could go wrong. The way my hands gripped the handles made me feel secure not having to worry about anything such as traffic or bumps I pedaled hard up a Hill to see how fast i can ride down it, I jammed my foot into the back wheel to stop as soon as I reached the top of the hill. I let my feet off the ground and rested them on my pedals, I was off , i pedaled as hard as I could down the hill and got going a quite fast speed, and that’s when it happened, a car came out of nowhere and stopped right in front of me I jammed my foot in the front wheel as fast as I could my bike was still going fast it was only a matter of