My first crash

I started out fine enough, but it was when the dirt bike sped up that I freaked out and tried to pull the handbrake. But as I pulled it, I also pulled the throttle back. So I just sped up more and more. I got so scared I couldn’t let go so I just went faster and faster then I hit the back of a tractor, which my friend’s dad used to mow the camp area. I launched through the air and landed in the middle of the camp. Everyone looked surprised. It felt like I flew a lot farther than I did.

It all started out when we got invited to go camp up at my friend’s tree farm with them. My sisters, brother, and I love to go camping. We hauled our three four wheelers with one car and drove up our motor home. My friend’s family has about nine four wheelers and two dirt bikes. We got there around lunch, threw on our helmets and rode quads until supper. After supper we set up tents. We made a fire then and all sat around it and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Around 10:00 P.M. my friend and I crawled into our tents and went to bed.

We woke up ready to ride again. I didn’t know yet what lay ahead. Today my friend was going to ride his dirt bike, but first he told me to try it. At first I didn’t want to because I had never ridden a dirt bikes before but they finally got me to go so I climbed on and took off. I was going fine until it started to speed up so I pulled the brake but as I pulled the brake I accidentally pulled the throttle in too so I sped up even more. Than I got to scared to move so I just held the throttle in. I shot across the camp site going faster and faster. The whole time everyone was yelling at me to stop but I couldn’t so I just held on as I hit the back of the tractor and flew across the campsite I landed on my belly and it knocked the wind out of me. My mom helped me up and I went straight to our motor home and fell asleep. When I woke up I felt fine so I got up. My friend’s dad came and talked with me to make sure I was okay.

When I went back outside my friend’s asked how I was. I told them I was fine but I was not going to ride anymore dirt bikes. So for the rest of the day we just rode four wheelers. That night sitting by the campfire some people asked how it happened I just told them not to use the hand break while riding dirt bikes. I thought I wouldn’t ride a dirt bike again but then my uncle told me a story that when he was a kid he rode a dirt bike right up his friend’s front porch and into there house on accident. So I tried it again but I crashed into the side of the house. Each time I pulled the throttle back when I was supposed to only be pulling the brake back.

I thought that’s it. Falling off dirt bikes isn’t something I enjoy. I decided though I’d probably try again.