Memories of Dirt Biking

These are the favorites

Riding with family

Riding in wet mud puddles

Dirt Biking with my Heavy Boots..

Full riding gear, hiding a Crazy Boy!

This gear keeps me safe like a bubble wrap

When I speed like a lightning bolt across the ground

I pop the front wheel up to the sky

My speedometer says 70mph.

My Go-Pro captures the whole adrenaline rush in a live video

The memories in my head are electrifying

My siblings and friends also remember the crazy times

The parents stay worried

The kids feel No Fear

The more they yell the faster I go

The more confident I become

Practice is the key to the game

The luck and skill of this rider ignites like a ball of fire

The dirt churns in clouds of fun

Suddenly the road disappears

The sounds of twigs snapping under my tires

The pain of flying into trees

My Dirt Bike, where did it go?

Suddenly I hear yelling “Where did you go?”

All I could think id where am I?

Wait!! I am ok, My Dirt Bike is OK!

I landed in the woods, I had lost control of a wild ride!!

I think they may be right.. I might need to slow my roll!