From the second I got off my training wheels at the age of 4, I was always on the go and felt like I just keep riding, like the everlasting energizer bunny that never stops. Biking to me represents freedom in which it gives me a way to get away from my problems in life, and just focus on the road ahead of me and not what’s behind me. As a little I didn’t have much freedom, as most didn’t. Biking gave me away to go somewhere by myself and not have my parents having to be with me. As I got I got off my training wheels and stepped up in the hierarchy of life I felt as if I had my wheels to hit the road to explore the vast world.
On a late September night at the age of 6 I decided to be adventurous and take a journey to a (far) away place. Without thinking of the consequences I grabbed my bike and made my expedition to a good friend’s house that lived about a mile away. From there we made our way out in the woods, to have some fun on the local BMX track. After we rode around like professionals! And were all pumped up we headed home to be greeted by 6 cop cars with flashing lights talking to our parents, in which they looked very enraged.
Biking to me is a lot similar to the way a person diets. In the way that when I start biking I don’t start off at 20 mph, just like someone going on a diet they start out slow and progress their way through. Then eventually I come to a “down hill” and descend, like most people who diet they cheat every now and then. Then I come to an “up hill”, and am faced with a challenge and have to push myself to get up it even if my strength is dwindling. Most people who diet go through a part in their diet in which they are challenged to their determination to stick with their diet. At points I am tempted to stop from exhaustion, as some people decide they can’t stay with their diet and just decided to stop and give up. Then there are no hills and just a straight away to home, as some people stay with their diet...