Who would have ever fathomed dirt bikes would enter mainstream sports as a fierce competitor? This sport is for people who love pushing it to the edge, people who love fear. Motocross exemplifies speed, power, and agility. If you put all these factors into one and you dont have the proper equipment to perform, tragedy can strike at any moment! In June of 1998 Matt, James, and I went on a late ride at around dusk. Before we left the house, I had been trying to fix my back break for about and hour or so when I decided I could ride without it. All three of us head out to the old irrigation ditch behind our high school. There you can find many cliff jumps, so it is one of our favorite places to ride.
Everything is going really well for most of the ride; then Matt challenges me to a race. I accepted his offer, forgetting Im without a back brake. We both pull up and look around the ditch and then decided on a course that we will run. At the start Im in the lead going in to the first turn. Matt is about a bike length behind me when we come upon a hairpin turn. Im thinking to myself, Slow down for this turn coming up, but I wanted to win! The hairpin turn came up fast; I misjudged my speed and fly into the berm.
Now keep in mind that berms are used to help us turn around corners. Im heading straight for it with too much speed and no back break this equals disaster. With the berm seconds away I remember I have a front brake. Pulling it as hard as I could, I fly over the handlebars and the bike comes crashing down on top of my head. Feeling the bike plow into my helmet I promptly enter the world of unconsciousness and pain! Rushing to my attention Matt has seen it all but cant tell the condition Im in. Trying to remove my helmet he sees my eyes rolled to the back of my head; Im shaking uncontrollably. Matt is dumbfounded on what to do, were only a few miles from his house, so he decides to leave me there, go to his house, and call the paramedics.
Poetry Essay on The Cord, My Life, and Bike Ride With Older Boys
In the three poems My Life by Joe Wenderoth, Bike Ride With Older Boys by Laura Kasischke and The Cord by Leanne O’Sullivan the theme of adolescence is developed through the language techniques these writers have used. A different idea of adolescence is represented in each poem which explains the troubles we can have through adolescence such as the problems we have to face and accept, ...
He returns with his mother waiting anxiously for the paramedics. Fifteen long minutes past before they hear the sounds of the sirens. Upon their arrival, I wake for moments at a time only to pass out again. Theyre trying to keep me conscious by spelling my last name. Passing out again I barely squeezed out the first two letters. On the way to the emergency room, I wake up- in terrible pain with no feeling in my legs, Oh God Im paralyzed! As they work on me in the ambulance, they come to realize that my collarbone is broken and Im going to need stitches in my knee.
In the hospital, they run several tests to make sure there is no brain damage or paralysis. Thanking God I wasnt paralyzed and watching them sow up my knee, the doctor tells me the numbness in my legs is from hyperventilating; feeling came back once I calmed down. The doctors monitored my condition for three days and I return home. I guess I learned my lesson that day: Never ride if your bike is not running right. They are powerful, controlling, machines and we should never misjudge their capabilities. No one person in immune to death, but we can live our life to the fullest by taking the proper precautions.
I got lucky on that day in Junea day I will never forget!
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