Over the Bike
30232 Teawoo Lim
Cars brushed past me as I rode on a gray bike. It was a bit awkward and scary to ride a bike right next to automobiles. However, having ridden a bike for a year in Boston alleviated my fright. Boston’s public bike rental system—Hubway—was well organized: bike lanes were lined on sideways so that cars and bikes could move right next to each other. Before I moved to Boston, I knew bikes were a popular means of transportation. Thus, the first thing I did after I arrived in Boston was registering for an account for Hubway.
I went to school by bike. I usually started my morning by grabbing a peanut butter and blueberry jam sandwich for my breakfast, and hastening to the nearest Hubway station. Walking by, I passed …show more content…
Walked out of Downtown Crossing station, I always saw Macy’s Department store. It was a common meeting place. Taking the corner of a brick church with a short but delicate tower, I pedaled up the hill. I saw a colossal, glaring golden dome on maroon arches and white pillars. A golden ray of Sun descended behind the golden dome. The gold dome reflected the pouring sunlight, mesmerizing me with the grandeur.
It was one Saturday evening; after enjoying a habitual trip around, I took a bike to go home. I was confident in way home. I saw familiar scenes: my favorite pastry store on the left and market on the right welcomed me to return home. I speeded up my bike to get home early. I felt a little uncertain of whether it was right way. I comfort myself reiterating,
“This is the right way to go. There will be home if I step few more …show more content…
At least, I thought it would take me somewhere in the vicinity of my home. But a sign above me read “Airport, two miles.” I regretted, “I should have checked my direction cautiously before I came this far away.” I was hopelessly lost. I was a bit terrified, but I tried to calm down and turned my bike. I didn't know what to do, I didn’t know how to go home, I didn’t know what to do anything. In the driving cars that passed by, elated youngsters were whooping at me. I was aghast. They did not sympathize with a young Asian boy who came from 6794 miles away, losing his direction in the middle of one of the biggest city in the United States. I saw iron skyscrapers with enormous windows. “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and
30232 Teawoo Lim
Cars brushed past me as I rode on a gray bike. It was a bit awkward and scary to ride a bike right next to automobiles. However, having ridden a bike for a year in Boston alleviated my fright. Boston’s public bike rental system—Hubway—was well organized: bike lanes were lined on sideways so that cars and bikes could move right next to each other. Before I moved to Boston, I knew bikes were a popular means of transportation. Thus, the first thing I did after I arrived in Boston was registering for an account for Hubway.
I went to school by bike. I usually started my morning by grabbing a peanut butter and blueberry jam sandwich for my breakfast, and hastening to the nearest Hubway station. Walking by, I passed …show more content…
Walked out of Downtown Crossing station, I always saw Macy’s Department store. It was a common meeting place. Taking the corner of a brick church with a short but delicate tower, I pedaled up the hill. I saw a colossal, glaring golden dome on maroon arches and white pillars. A golden ray of Sun descended behind the golden dome. The gold dome reflected the pouring sunlight, mesmerizing me with the grandeur.
It was one Saturday evening; after enjoying a habitual trip around, I took a bike to go home. I was confident in way home. I saw familiar scenes: my favorite pastry store on the left and market on the right welcomed me to return home. I speeded up my bike to get home early. I felt a little uncertain of whether it was right way. I comfort myself reiterating,
“This is the right way to go. There will be home if I step few more …show more content…
At least, I thought it would take me somewhere in the vicinity of my home. But a sign above me read “Airport, two miles.” I regretted, “I should have checked my direction cautiously before I came this far away.” I was hopelessly lost. I was a bit terrified, but I tried to calm down and turned my bike. I didn't know what to do, I didn’t know how to go home, I didn’t know what to do anything. In the driving cars that passed by, elated youngsters were whooping at me. I was aghast. They did not sympathize with a young Asian boy who came from 6794 miles away, losing his direction in the middle of one of the biggest city in the United States. I saw iron skyscrapers with enormous windows. “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and