To start my grandma and I went to Hobby Haven to get a new motor for my rc Traxxas The Rustler. I had a race that night so I had to hurry,I won the motor was so fast.I was remembering when I got 2nd on my first race As soon as I got home,I told my parents I won and went to bed.Then in the morning I tuned it and told my dad how fast it could go.He didn’t believe me.But it was fast I don’t understand why he didn’t believe me. Dad said, “There is no way it can go that fast”. “I’d prove it”, I argued.So, he took me to an abandoned airport. I put the tires on my car on the way there.It was hard,it was so wabbly,I also charged the batteries. We got there. I did a 20mph test run to see if there were any potholes or bumps of any kind.Thank goodness
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!
It was April 14th, 2013. The first race of the Nebraska motocross series. I love the pure adrenaline rush and the competitiveness of racing motocross. I had been riding every chance that I could. My new bike felt amazing in-between my legs. Being way faster than I was on my old bike, I felt like I was going to have a great season. To my friends and I dirt bikes gave us the happiness and freedom that we desired. I was the lucky one that found out that they can also give you sadness and suppression.
Together we started making the sounds the trucks make vroom! rumble! zoom! As I read the book I encourage Alejandro by asking him questions that will allow him to think deeper that just naming the objects of the pictures. Why do we need recycle trucks? He responded that we need them for the trash. I evaluated his response and added that it is true that we need recycle trucks for the trash I emphasized the importance of these trucks in keeping the environment clean. If we did not have trucks that pick up the trash there would be trash everywhere. We continued reading the book Alejandro finished my sentences. I kept asking him about the different trucks and their jobs. He then told me about the U-Haul truck and how it is used to move people. He told me that he saw one when his parents were moving to the Bronx two months ago. I also asked him about the pictures and what he saw in their surroundings. He mentioned how all the trucks were connected to a letter in the alphabet. Alejandro also noticed that the letters were written in clear and big bold fonts. When we got to the last page of the book he shouted, “day and night, just watch and
I made it to Wickenburg without incident. I ate a decent meal in a nice restaurant while waiting for my wheels to be re-rubberized.
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
It first began, my love for aviation, when I took a solo trip to Missouri to visit my cousins when I was about eleven years old. Although I enjoyed
My best friend and I were so excited, we were going to Six Flags some where we haven’t been in years. Around this time we were twelve years old and thought we were the most adventurous people in the world. The night before going to Six Flags I spent the night over her house. My best friend and I couldn’t stop talking about the rides we would get on, which one would be first and what we were going to eat.
first took to get to Cheddar and then we took the B3135 to get into
there was not a car in sight. Due to the fact that the road was "all mine", I
and waited for my turn to race. Little did I know that my first race would end up in disaster, a blown engine. All of the hard work and dedication. towards my car seemed to be a futile effort because of the bad results. & nbsp;   ; After we pushed my car back to the pit area, we took apart the engine, looking for the problem. I immediately found it to be a bent cam.
I proved to myself and that I am a tough human being that can take on anything, one step at a time. There will be breakdowns as well as self and extrinsic doubt involved, but I will and can do anything. Many of my peers and teachers do not know I did this race and frankly, I don't need them to. I may not have changed in anyone else's eyes that day but for me everything changed. I raced for myself that
The next thing I knew I was running as fast as I could. I was about half ways done and I couldn't see anyone ahead of me. I had to keep pushing. As I crossed the finish I knew I got first. I was so happy.
I made it about four miles out of Crawford when I caught up to an old man in a piece of junk wagon.
As long as I can remember, I have always been interested in cars, trucks, and other gear-head type stuff. I think I have liked automotive things because my dad is very mechanical and has taught my brother and I more about cars than we really need to know. Luckily in the past few years I have also taken an interest in motorcycles. This began shortly before my sixteenth birthday when I found out that my brother had secretly acquired one and was keeping it at a friends house. As the story goes, my brother Mike noticed an old rusty bike leaning against a shed in someones yard when he was driving around with one of his friends in our truck. Mike asked the man who lived there if he would be willing to part with the motorcycle, and eventually it ended up at our house. That bike was certainly nothing special to look at and when I first saw it, it really wasnt anywhere near running condition.
Then my dad brought me home a new computer. Man, I was excited! I waited outside for what seemed like hours for him to come home with it. It was a 486 with a 33 MHz processor, double speed CD-ROM drive, and 2400-baud modem. I was finally going to learn this new