Motorcycle Danger
The Time I Rode On the Back of a Motorcycle
When I was about seven years old I was introduced to motorcycles by my uncle on my mothers’ side and I fell in love. My uncle had a purchased a few dirt bikes that I and my younger cousins were taught to ride on. When he first purchased the dirt bikes they had training wheels on them. Two of the dirt bikes were manufactured by Kawasaki and were white and blue with a 50 cc motor which isn’t really that powerful, and two 70 cc bikes that were manufactured by Honda which were red and white. We practiced riding the Kawasaki bikes with the training wheels on them for months until we thought we were ready to take the training wheels off. My uncle thought that we should master the 50 cc bikes before we moved onto the 70 cc bikes.
We rode those bikes almost every day after school and on the weekends as if the bikes were going to disappear if we didn’t ride them. My uncle owned a small piece of land that we spent our days riding around on, which was his back yard. We would often open the front gate so that we could race from the back yard to the front from time to time. But because I didn’t live with my uncle I didn’t get to spend as much time riding the dirt bikes as my younger cousins did. They became more skilled and more knowledgeable of the bikes than I as time went on.
I believe by the time I was eight I had finally worked my way up to the 70 cc bikes which I had only dreamed of. The 70 cc bikes were way more powerful than i had ever imagined and would put one of those 50 cc bikes to shame in a race. By then we were allowed to ride the bikes around the corner and back as long as we didn’t go any further. We didn’t really have to worry about any cars or anything because most of the people that lived in the neighborhood were fairly old and probably only drove their cars to the mail box and back. We had fun riding around the small suburban neighborhood on those hot summer days.
One day when we were all out riding my uncle
When I was about seven years old I was introduced to motorcycles by my uncle on my mothers’ side and I fell in love. My uncle had a purchased a few dirt bikes that I and my younger cousins were taught to ride on. When he first purchased the dirt bikes they had training wheels on them. Two of the dirt bikes were manufactured by Kawasaki and were white and blue with a 50 cc motor which isn’t really that powerful, and two 70 cc bikes that were manufactured by Honda which were red and white. We practiced riding the Kawasaki bikes with the training wheels on them for months until we thought we were ready to take the training wheels off. My uncle thought that we should master the 50 cc bikes before we moved onto the 70 cc bikes.
We rode those bikes almost every day after school and on the weekends as if the bikes were going to disappear if we didn’t ride them. My uncle owned a small piece of land that we spent our days riding around on, which was his back yard. We would often open the front gate so that we could race from the back yard to the front from time to time. But because I didn’t live with my uncle I didn’t get to spend as much time riding the dirt bikes as my younger cousins did. They became more skilled and more knowledgeable of the bikes than I as time went on.
I believe by the time I was eight I had finally worked my way up to the 70 cc bikes which I had only dreamed of. The 70 cc bikes were way more powerful than i had ever imagined and would put one of those 50 cc bikes to shame in a race. By then we were allowed to ride the bikes around the corner and back as long as we didn’t go any further. We didn’t really have to worry about any cars or anything because most of the people that lived in the neighborhood were fairly old and probably only drove their cars to the mail box and back. We had fun riding around the small suburban neighborhood on those hot summer days.
One day when we were all out riding my uncle