You Will Always Remember Your First Time! I wasn’t real clear of what actually had just occurred, but I did know that I was in terrible pain. I laid beside the super cross track for at least 20 minutes answering the questions of very eager Emergency Medical personnel. “Leave me alone! I will be all right.” I said to the medical guy that was tugging at my chest protector. If there is one thing that I can not stand is twenty medical people trying to take all of your clothes off for a little cut or scrape. As I was put on a backboard and taken to the ambulance I couldn’t help wondering what had went wrong. All I remember seeing was my body tumbling with my bike to an abrupt halt.
I laid in the ambulance for what seemed like days. All I could hear were engines revving at high Rpm’s and the roar of the crowd when someone styled for the crowd. It was very disheartening to know that I was in the back of an Ambulance at my first professional super cross. The only thing I could do was play the past events over and over in my head.
I couldn’t believe it as I looked at a shiny gold and silver card. This card signified all of the rights and privileges of a professional super crosser. Now I would have the right to race with the worlds best. “Dad look it finally came!” I shouted. My dad looked at me with silly grin and said “Well you knew it was coming, you won your 25 th race last month.” As I stood there with a smile bigger than the sun on my face I said “Iknow but I am still excited about it. Just think I will be racing side by side with Damon Bradshaw and Kevin Windham.” He just smiled and patted me on the back as I turned and walked to my room.
The Term Paper on Medical Law Exam Notes
Who makes the offer in a doctor-patient relationship? Basic principle of ‘who makes the offer’ comes from Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain v Boots Cash Chemists (Southern) Ltd [1953] 1 QB 401 Presentation of goods on a shelf was an invitation to treat; customer’s picking up of good from a shelf and presenting them for payment was an offer to buy (see Lord Birkett LJ) Devereux: the better ...
I sat dreaming of the race I will enter next month. I had no idea what was in store for me at this spectacular event. As D-day drew nearer my mind overflowed with anticipation. I gathered my riding gear and my lucky Bart Simpson doll and headed out the door. I won my first race the day I sat my Bart Simpson on my handlebars between races. I have done it ever since to bring me good luck.
The ride to Charlotte Motor Speedway was what I thought a trip that would never end. As we entered the pit area Was given a special pass to wear around my neck. I couldn’t stop looking at the card that said “Professional Supercross Rider.” The pit was filled with racers walking around and talking to various people while there mechanics worked hardin the hopes of bringing home a victory. I walked about, talking to few people as I tried to get use to this new environment. My stomach felt like a squeezed orange when I heard the announcer say ” Is everybody ready to see the bad boys of super cross! Well ladies and gentlemen get ready to hear the engines roar as 250 riders bring out there talent and go to work!” When I heard this I knew it was time to lay all the cards out on the table. ” O.
K. ladies and gentlemen her comes the 1 st 250 semi final heat. Starting on the right we have Kevin Windham, Jeremy Mcgrath, Doug Du bach, JeffEmig, Mike La Rocco, Ryan Hughes, Brian Swink, Mike Brown, Larry Ward, GregAlbertyn, Kyle Lewis, James Dobb, Damon Huffman, Phil Lawrence, Jimmy Button, Ezra Lusk, Buddy Antunez, Mike Craig, and from Charlotte North Carolina, Everyone give a big round of applause to your two home riders The Beast from the East Damon Bradshaw and new comer Shawn Miller.” The crowd came to there feet and roared like a pack of lions. I knew that they were mostly cheering for Damon but I enjoyed being right next to him. The thirty second card went up and my stomach fell to the ground. I knew the gate would be dropping soon.
The Essay on Behind The Wheel Car Race Time
What It Feels Like Behind The Wheel by Richard Corliss The article was out of a recent magazine regarding what it is like to drive a race car in the Nascar circuit. The article goes further to explain what happens on a routine race day for a known race car driver by the name of Derrike Cope. He attempts to give the readers a picture of what it is like to make a living making left turns in heavy ...
I stared for what seemed like an eternity at the gate that was holding all of us back. With all of the skill I had, I tore off the start line the best that I could. As fast as I was in Pro motocross these guys left me like I was a rookie. Come to think of it I was a rookie. The first race I worked my way through the pack and settled into a fifth place spot. As I came upon the last lap I was amazed at the capacity of the crowd watching this Spectacular event.
These were people who paid good money to see us race. I felt proud just to be out there with these masters of Supercross. “O. K. , I made it, here comes the final finish line double.” I said. AsI crossed this medium size jump I laid the bike sideways in the air, and for the first time in my life I had dozens of cameras flashing at me like stars in the dark sky.
I rode slowly to the pit area where my father waited with a huge smile on his face. ” I can’t believe you have done so well in your first!” I smiled and said ” Well I still have to race the main event to really make my mark.” I got off of my mechanical wonder and sat down to eat a banana. As I peeled back the outer shell of this yellow fruit of wonder, I realized how excited I was and could not bare to eat. I was having a new emotion every five seconds. It was like a dream that you never want to wake from. Here I was, a Professional rider at a professional event.
This was the dream that my friends and I buzzed about when we raced as amateurs. I almost felt guilty because I am getting to live our once shared dream. I was quickly rattled out of my thoughts as I heard the announcer ring out, “We need the 250 Class to stage for the main event in ten minutes.” I was so nervous that I felt like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I am not sure but at the time I think that I was more scared than anything. My father quickly handed me my riding gear and told me to put only race face. This is a term used to get a rider into his racing attitude.
The Term Paper on Losing the Race Against Time
Losing the Race Against Time: Rebuilding the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge During rush hour on October 17, 1989, the Loma Prieta earthquake collapsed a fifty-foot section of roadway deck on the ten-lane Bay Bridge connecting San Francisco to Oakland, California. The entire nation knew almost immediately, because a Goodyear blimp was nearby to broadcast Game One of the World Series between the ...
My arms were more shaking than a old time washing machine. As I approached the staging area, all of the thoughts of winning and losing were forced out of my head. I knew that it was time to make my mark in the world of super cross. “O. K.
ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the main attraction of the night. Here comes the best of the best out again for the main event. Winner takes all!” , the announcer shouted. My stomach squeezed more than ever. As much as I wanted this day to come I was wanting it to be all over with.
I felt like a little boy in a room full of superheros. At the beginning of the race I started talking my way through jumps. “O. K. I am going to do well. all I have to do is concentrate.” when I said this, the gate dropped.
The first time I came around my pit board told me to settle down that I was in fourth. This is when I had to really come down. “I need to breath and calm down. O. K. , I am settled into my groove.” As I tried to gather my thoughts I was in the middle of the largest race of my life.
“Here comes a double followed by the triple. Wow, look at all of the camera’s taking pictures of me.” I was amazed by how the crowd roared as I profiled over the triple jump. It was quite amazing. why wouldn’t it be, it hurled me over 65 feet off the ground. as I settled down I realized that the race would be over soon and I have done quite well. “Only two laps left and here comes the finish line double.
Ooooh no oo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !” I found out that when I was landing off the finish line double the defending super cross champ, Jeremy Mcgrath, landed on top of me. This pain was weirder than all others I have felt. I really didn’t feel the pain in the physical sense at first. I felt as if my back had just collapsed. It wasn’t till I tried to stand and return to my bike that I felt the excruciating pain of four cracked vertebrae. “Leave me alone! I will be all right.” I said to the medical guy that was tugging at my chest protector.
If there is one thing that I can’t stand is twenty medical people trying to take all of your clothes off for a little cut or scrape. It was now that I ended my first professional super cross.
The Essay on Fashion Time Felt Loved
At the age of twenty-four I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I had an interest in fashion, but I was uncertain what my future would hold. So I decided to go to school and major in fashion design and Merchandising. School was never my strongest point, but I knew if I wanted to have a career that was the sacrifice I had to make. I enjoyed the decision because for the first ...
