One Ruptured Helmet, One Intact Head
“Are we there yet?” I impatiently asked. “We’ll be there in a matter of minutes. Just make a left turn here,” my Dad yelled.
My bike started to turn as I steered my bike handlebars left. In the summer of 2011, my cousins and my family vacationed in Truckee (near Lake Tahoe). My Dad decided to take me on a memorable evening bike ride throughout the forested alpine area. The various conifers began to disappear as my Dad and I rode around a turn. For what seemed like an eternity, we rode our bikes until we overlooked a steep hill of a considerable size. Also, there were triangle-shaped warning signs that displayed “STEEP PATH AHEAD”. At the bottom of the hill (about 500 feet below us), …show more content…
A minuscule bike path below us meandered through the scrawny meadow grass of the small valley. Cat-ear shaped power lines snaked through the valley, and I could hear the buzz of the electricity emitting from them. In contrast to the pines and other various conifers, I could see a couple of white, snow capped mountains that reached to about 9,000 feet high in elevation.
I nodded in agreement and said, “You’re right. Also, can we go down this hill?”
“Are you reading my mind?” My Dad laughed.
“So can we go down the hill now?” I asked.
“Sure!” my Dad answered.
Minutes later, the evening light glinted off of my bike handlebars as I started to ride down the hill. As I picked up speed, the wind blew into my face, causing my hair to be blown around like a bunch of hyper houseflies.
“WHOOOOOO!” I screamed. “YEAHHHHH!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!”
After a couple of seconds, I was nearing the base of the hill
It’s time to hit the brakes! I don’t want to crash, I thought. My fists clenched the handle brakes, and the bike started to slow down. By the time I completely halted, I was at the bottom of the hill. Whew, that was fun. And I survived, too. A while little later, my dad was at the bottom of the hill with me.
“That was exciting! Did you have fun?” My Dad cheerfully …show more content…
Oh no. We’re going to get eaten alive out here! The gargantuan pine trees at the top of the hill looked like a writhing tarantulas. Behind me, I saw the dark outline of some distant mountains, and suddenly, all of the light creeped away leaving only the darkness of the night. I can’t see anything out here. This is creeping me out. What if a bear sneaks up on us from behind? After taking a quick glance at my arms and legs, I realized that they had not clotted yet and were still bleeding. In the dark, all I could see were black trickles flowing down my leg. Youch! All of my injuries still hurt a lot. If we don’t get back to the house soon, (the cabin we were staying in) we might never make it. Please! Someone, help me! As if something had responded to my pleas, we finally reached the top of the hill that we originally came from. The next fifteen minutes were agonizing and troublesome. The surrounding pine trees casted ominous shadows on the path we were walking on. The sound of cars from highway 80 slowly faded away as we came closer to our destination. Finally, I saw the lights of a two-story log-cabin style house. I made it back to the cabin safely! When we went inside, my Mom applied large band-aids onto my scraped elbows and
“Are we there yet?” I impatiently asked. “We’ll be there in a matter of minutes. Just make a left turn here,” my Dad yelled.
My bike started to turn as I steered my bike handlebars left. In the summer of 2011, my cousins and my family vacationed in Truckee (near Lake Tahoe). My Dad decided to take me on a memorable evening bike ride throughout the forested alpine area. The various conifers began to disappear as my Dad and I rode around a turn. For what seemed like an eternity, we rode our bikes until we overlooked a steep hill of a considerable size. Also, there were triangle-shaped warning signs that displayed “STEEP PATH AHEAD”. At the bottom of the hill (about 500 feet below us), …show more content…
A minuscule bike path below us meandered through the scrawny meadow grass of the small valley. Cat-ear shaped power lines snaked through the valley, and I could hear the buzz of the electricity emitting from them. In contrast to the pines and other various conifers, I could see a couple of white, snow capped mountains that reached to about 9,000 feet high in elevation.
I nodded in agreement and said, “You’re right. Also, can we go down this hill?”
“Are you reading my mind?” My Dad laughed.
“So can we go down the hill now?” I asked.
“Sure!” my Dad answered.
Minutes later, the evening light glinted off of my bike handlebars as I started to ride down the hill. As I picked up speed, the wind blew into my face, causing my hair to be blown around like a bunch of hyper houseflies.
“WHOOOOOO!” I screamed. “YEAHHHHH!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!”
After a couple of seconds, I was nearing the base of the hill
It’s time to hit the brakes! I don’t want to crash, I thought. My fists clenched the handle brakes, and the bike started to slow down. By the time I completely halted, I was at the bottom of the hill. Whew, that was fun. And I survived, too. A while little later, my dad was at the bottom of the hill with me.
“That was exciting! Did you have fun?” My Dad cheerfully …show more content…
Oh no. We’re going to get eaten alive out here! The gargantuan pine trees at the top of the hill looked like a writhing tarantulas. Behind me, I saw the dark outline of some distant mountains, and suddenly, all of the light creeped away leaving only the darkness of the night. I can’t see anything out here. This is creeping me out. What if a bear sneaks up on us from behind? After taking a quick glance at my arms and legs, I realized that they had not clotted yet and were still bleeding. In the dark, all I could see were black trickles flowing down my leg. Youch! All of my injuries still hurt a lot. If we don’t get back to the house soon, (the cabin we were staying in) we might never make it. Please! Someone, help me! As if something had responded to my pleas, we finally reached the top of the hill that we originally came from. The next fifteen minutes were agonizing and troublesome. The surrounding pine trees casted ominous shadows on the path we were walking on. The sound of cars from highway 80 slowly faded away as we came closer to our destination. Finally, I saw the lights of a two-story log-cabin style house. I made it back to the cabin safely! When we went inside, my Mom applied large band-aids onto my scraped elbows and