Crashing On my Dirt Bike
Today was going to be another day of dirt biking. I was all ready to leave the house and I was just waiting for my dad to load his dirt bike and mine into the back of his truck. I had my new riding gloves on and was ready to get going. I heard my dad coming back inside when I heard the sliding glass door open. “Time to go!” my dad yelled. I raced to get my water bottle, and then back out the door. My dad already had his truck running so soon we were on the road. It took a while to get there, one hour, because there were no other good places to go dirt bike riding nearby. When we got there my dad payed the fee and found a parking spot. We then got ready to ride quickly because the place would close in two hours and
Today was going to be another day of dirt biking. I was all ready to leave the house and I was just waiting for my dad to load his dirt bike and mine into the back of his truck. I had my new riding gloves on and was ready to get going. I heard my dad coming back inside when I heard the sliding glass door open. “Time to go!” my dad yelled. I raced to get my water bottle, and then back out the door. My dad already had his truck running so soon we were on the road. It took a while to get there, one hour, because there were no other good places to go dirt bike riding nearby. When we got there my dad payed the fee and found a parking spot. We then got ready to ride quickly because the place would close in two hours and