References: Communications, J. (n.d.). Progressive gets to the heart of what makes motorcycles tick. Retrieved from www.erichopr.com/studies/progressive-motorcycle.pdf…
The drivers can be the reasons of car accident, if at any time they don’t utilize seat strap while there are driving and if at any points they don’t take the road regulations. Driving affected by medications or liquor is the real issue , driving with a high speeding.…
Turning off the ignition, I heaved a sigh of relief to unwind from the nerve-wracking experience. A thought crept its way to the front of my mind, disturbing my relaxed state; I was driving. I had dreamt of this since I was a tyke in lower school, and here I was, driving myself to school. While I would assuredly enjoy the freedom driving offered, the feeling was anti-climactic. It was not everything I had chalked it up to be. Why is it, that after so many years of dreaming, the former magic of driving had vanished? Now it was just a means of achieving a vague sense of independence. After a moment’s pause, I finally concluded that I was older. Somewhere, between here and there, I had grown up just a…
There was much to learn but I was getting a hang of it. Coming to a stop sign shortly down the road I had been in 4th gear and he said to me “Neutral is your friend in these instances so pull it out of gear.” As I pull it out of gear I find neutral and remember praying that it wasn’t an uphill battle once again. To my advantage, it was a downward facing corner so with slim confidence and nerves tingling I began to drive… stalling once again, and again, etc. Once I finally get a hang of it I decide that I’m very enticed to the difficulty and enjoy the learning of the car and the new skills I’ve…
How I Learned to Drive was written by Paula Vogel. It is written in an autobiographical style, although it is never truly clear whether or not it is autobiographical in actuality. The story is about a woman (Lil’ Bit) in her 30’s looking back on her experience of being molested by an uncle (Uncle Peck) from the age of 11 through 18. The brilliance in Vogel’s writing is that despite the subject matter, Uncle Peck doesn’t come across as a “monster-like” figure. Instead he seems like a regular person—flawed but somewhat likeable.…
Trail riding is something I love to do; it’s relaxing to me, and makes me feel like I have found peace within myself. When walking through the woods, you are capable of finding yourself. Also, in the autobiographical essay, “The Real Tasmanian Devil”, focuses on my passion. My passion in this paper is based on my horses, which includes trail riding. This essay is a trail ride because of how peaceful, and calming it was to write it. I choose to write over horses because they are something I feel close to and enjoy. My words seemed to…
Changing gear while turning a corner – this is difficult at first as you are trying to not only steer but also change gears with the other hand. Also just takes practice.…
I was surprised when I learned that the Victorian era had many sports. Sports allow…
One in five American children are now living in poverty, giving the United States the highest child poverty rate of any developed nation except for Romania. Decades of research have shown the staggering societal costs of children in poverty. They grow up with less education and lower earning potential. These children are more susceptible to have drug addiction, psychological trauma and disease, or wind up in prison. It is PLAY Denver’s goal to provide moments of joy inspired by play to underprivileged youth in our community. We believe that you should never underestimate the power of joy in changing a life. To begin to inspire that joy, we are building a bike path that will connect the North Side with the Denver Bike Path systems and starting a bike share program for kids in the North Side projects. When a child is on a bike, they are free. Free from the stress living in poverty can bring. They are free to imagine, like children should. They can imagine that they are a space…
I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona on March 15th, 1999. I lived in Arizona until I was five years old. My brother Ben is two years older than me which is the perfect age difference to create competition between us. When Ben found something new to do, I had to do it too. It didn’t matter that I just turned three years old, I had to ride my bike without training wheels because Ben just did. Now I can’t remember exactly what I thought watching him do this, but I can assume I wanted to be like him. So when my dad was done helping Ben, I asked to have my training wheels taken off so that I could give it a try. Reluctantly, my dad did and when we got to the top of the hill he gave me a push to start and I ended up losing control and crashing into a cactus. Even with that initial bad experience of riding without training wheels, I still wanted to be like my brother. This admiration quickly had me riding a loop around my house daily so as to improve my skills.…
The day I crashed my car… okay I didn't actually crash it. But I don't think that I have ever been so petrified seeing a powder blue prius about to rear-end me. Little me, little 4”11’, 112 pounds Katie Long was about to start driving. I get lost at the mall, the mall. So as you can assume, my parents are shaking in their boots. Having an older brother I’ve been through the ‘learning how to drive’ situation. You could say I’m immune to it, or so I thought.…
Holding on for dear life, wobbling, I struggle to balance as I plunge into the culvert beside the driveway. Constantly attempting to balance and petal, as a young toddler, I appear frustrated and tired. At the age of four, the biggest obstacle consisted of learning to ride a bike. Ever since a young age, toddlers learn the basic skills of life: talking, reading, and walking. Skills like these come natural to many, but to me, it was like riding down a steep hill unable to brake. Trying to balance, steer, and pedal, huge obstacles of learning to ride a bike stand in my way of success. With more practice and dedication, the rider gains experience and knowledge of how the bike maneuvers. Meanwhile, shifting together the parts…
]My babysitter’s son’s name was TogTog, and he was my age. With the money that we payed his mother to babysit me, she bought him his first bicycle. It had plastic wheels, and was cheaply made, but was a bike nonetheless. I can still remember to this day what it looked like- pink tires with a yellow frame and black seat. This is probably the most important gift America has given to my generation - the ability to make someone else…
I bought my car from my great aunt in the month of June 2015. The first time I sat behind the wheel of Mary Sadie, I remember the car driving much differently than the huge SUV that I learned to drive on. The breaks on Mary Sadie are much more sensitive, which caused my dad and I to fly forward when I drove my car for the first time. About a week flew by and I was…
The echoing sound of hooves beating against the dirt, a heart beat racing in a mirrored time, sweat forming across a brow, and focus that reflects that of a chess player, methodically selecting his next move - this is horseback riding. It has been my life since the age of eight when, after trying every other sport, riding struck a chord inside my heart. Soon it became my life, my obsession, and I was spending any extra moment at the barn learning all that I possibility could about horses. This mentality continued over the years, as I went from attending camp to instructing others my age about the information I had learned. As soon as I was able, I was working at the barn and caring for the horses, which has been my annual summer job. It is…