Hunter Snead

     When I first got my dirt bike I was so excited.  It was bright red.  And when you turn it on the engine roared like a lion.  And when I sat in the seat and pulled the throttle back it felt great for the three seconds of riding time I actually got.  I say three seconds because it took me on second to put it in drive. It took one second to pull the throttle.  And it took one second drive right in between a v shaped tree.  I crashed a lot on that motorcycle. One time if I remember correctly it was a couple days after I drove the bike through the tree.  I was riding on a dirt road, but it was thick like sand and my front wheel got stuck in the dirt/sand and I flipped over the handle bars.  In that moment I was so glad I was wearing a helmet because I laded straight on my head.  And when I hit the ground it felt like someone hit me in the head with a bat.  Another time I was riding on the same dirt road and I drove straight into a bard wired fence half of my body slid under it and I got stuck.  But that’s not even the part that made me the maddest.  It really got me heated when my dad ran down the road to help me and the first thing he said wasn’t are you ok or are you hurt.  He said “Theirs a break on hat thing for a reason son.  You ever thought about using it.”  Before that on the same day my dog was chasing and turned around to see if she was still after and when I turned back I immediately ran straight into a tree branch and got close lined off of my bike.  My grandma never felt safe when I was riding the dirt bike,  but I think that’s partially because my dad got it for and she absolutely hated my dad. She said “ If you ever get hurt on that thing ill kill your dad”.

    Looking back to when I first got my dirt bike I could have done a lot of things different to prevent myself from getting hurt.  Like instead of running into a barbed wire fence I could have hit the brakes but I didn’t and that’s why I have so many memories of the first time I got my dirt bike.