Personal Narrative: My Shirt Bike In A Race

One awful conflict in my life was when I wrecked my dirt bike in a race. One fall I was racing my 2007 Honda two stroke. I was about six or seven years old at the time and this was my third race. I would usually get in second or third place because I wasn’t scared of anything but wrecking. I've wrecked practicing but it didn’t hurt that bad. But in this case if I screwed up once I would get ran over from other racers. I was pretty quick, but so were the others. I didn’t know anyone I was racing so I didn’t know if they were fast or slow, or if they liked to go inside on every corner we hit.

So we went off and started coming up to the first corner, and I was in third. There was a small jump short after that corner, and if you hit the

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