This story is about me, and my bike. You need to be careful when you are going fast, if you are not you will end up like me and have a big scar. My scar is on my elbow it is a big scar. Also there is a scar on my right wrist, it is smaller.
Well this is my story, it was August 2008 summer break. I was at my grandparent’s house, it was so boring so I decided to ride my bike and I rode it up and down the street for about an hour. So I went faster and faster on my bike and I hit the wrong part of the curb, and at that moment I realized it was about to get bad. At that moment every thing went in slow motion.
I remember my feet slipping off the pedals then all I really saw was asphalt. When I got up and realized what had happened. First I saw that the handlebars were wobbling. Then my feet fell off of the pedals. Then I went down on my left side and cut up my arm and then my body came off the bike.
I also cut my right arm. I was really shaken up after the wreck. So I got up off of the street. I was dripping blood on the street, so I looked at my bike and it was pretty banged up, it was ok to push back though.
I got home and I was pretty shaken, I looked for my grandma. I found her and for my left arm she gave me a really big band-aid and for my right it was a regular band-aid. That’s what happens when you go to fast on a bike.
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