Personal Narrative-My First Motorcycle

It seems like yesterday that I would sit in front of the screen watching the motorcycles race around the track at insane speeds. The way the motorcycles rounded the corners and ripped apart the straightaways awakened a raging fire deep in the pit of my stomach that would seem only intensify with as I grew older. Every since I was a young boy I was fascinated with motorcycles. I would love to see them as they would pass by mom’s car on the freeway, or whenever we would go to the store in our little black Mazda and I would see a group of motorcycles parked at the front door. The colors, commonly known as candy paint colors glistened in the sunlight their rich and deep shades of ruby reds, and cobalt blue shimmering more radiantly and beautiful …show more content…
Since joing the major leagues motorcycles have diversified into multiple groups over the past century such as standards, cruisers, and the group that captured my heart sports bikes. Sports bikes are the high-performance cars of the motorcycle world and I was determined to own one. So, I took a page out of every teenager movie ever, and like a mosquito buzzing around his ear I bugged my dad until he took me seriously. I would tell him how I wanted a motorcycle, but he was still skeptical saying, “I don’t know chandler, motorcycles are dangerous. Why not just get and car?” to which my one response whenever he asked that was, “I can’t afford the insurance, can …show more content…
The sun reflected off it like glass that had just been polished which it actually had curtesy of my dad. I had never ridden a motorcycle a day in my life, so with no real concept of riding other than some videos I had watched on the almighty YouTube I straddled my iron pony and held on for dear life. The acceleration was like nothing I had ever experienced, one twist of the bottle and your head is left behind while your body races down the street like the headless horseman searching