When I was a little girl my mom never let me ride on a motorcycle. When I was an exchange student in Germany, everything changed. During my first three months there I had already tried new food, met new people, and started to learn a new language. I was feeling invincible from all these new experiences. I wanted to try everything possible during that year, because I wanted to keep this phenomenal feeling up. One day my host father, Burkhard, invited me to go on a tour that was a tradition for him, and his friends. He loved motorcycles.The plan was to go to the highest point of the region, Winterberg. The entire trip was a 6 hour drive. That night all I could think about was the tour, the excime.
“Gaby, willst du Morgen in einer motorradtour mit mir fahren?” Said Burkhard
“Aber natürlich!” I answered, with a big …show more content…
You can taste the bread and hot coffee from upstairs. “Guten Morgen”(good morning) says my host mom with a big smile on her face that never failed to be there.
Seconds later, tall, intimidating looking men come through the door, all wearing protective gear like in the competitions. I was surprised, because I thought it was something more casual. We all sat around the table outside of the house. The breeze was cold and the sky was gray, considered a good day in Germany.
I get into my gear, the heaviest clothing I have ever worn. We go outside, and take a few pictures before we start the trip. I get on the motorcycle, the adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream, my heartbeat starts to rise, something I have never experienced before. The cold soft breeze hit my neck; it felt like I was battling with the wind, while I contemplated the sun-drenched landscape, and we cruised through the roads as airplanes through the clouds. We made our first stop in a deserted place. The adrenaline, and the landscape didn’t make me realize how much my arms hurt from trying not to fall from the
“Gaby, willst du Morgen in einer motorradtour mit mir fahren?” Said Burkhard
“Aber natürlich!” I answered, with a big …show more content…
You can taste the bread and hot coffee from upstairs. “Guten Morgen”(good morning) says my host mom with a big smile on her face that never failed to be there.
Seconds later, tall, intimidating looking men come through the door, all wearing protective gear like in the competitions. I was surprised, because I thought it was something more casual. We all sat around the table outside of the house. The breeze was cold and the sky was gray, considered a good day in Germany.
I get into my gear, the heaviest clothing I have ever worn. We go outside, and take a few pictures before we start the trip. I get on the motorcycle, the adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream, my heartbeat starts to rise, something I have never experienced before. The cold soft breeze hit my neck; it felt like I was battling with the wind, while I contemplated the sun-drenched landscape, and we cruised through the roads as airplanes through the clouds. We made our first stop in a deserted place. The adrenaline, and the landscape didn’t make me realize how much my arms hurt from trying not to fall from the