The Dark Tuesday

                                    The Dark Tuesday

                                        By: Blayne Jasper

            One Tuesday afternoon, out by my father's truck stood my dirt bike on the trailer waiting to be tied down so that my father and I can drive off to the motocross track. Getting to the trailer I had to ratchet down the straps which felt as hard as climbing Mount Everest with out any equipment. Finally finishing I walked off to find my father who had been sitting in the garage peering though the window laughing at my struggle. After the embarrassment,we walked off to the truck and started it up, hearing the sound of the diesel engine was like the sound of an older tractor starting up in the middle of winter hearing the thumping sound as it shook your seat we took off down the driveway.

              As we cruise down the gravel road to the highway my nerves start to increase feeling like I had just flown down the biggest roller coaster in the world.  Finally reaching the highway my father and I turn on to the road for the motocross track thinking to my self that I am an hour away from the possibility of death.

            We finally arrive at the dirt bike track and I jump out of our diesel truck shaking in fear that today might be a day of regret. Walking to the back of the truck to unload the gear and get dressed and prepare for my racing that is going to begin shortly. After getting dressed I unloaded the dirt bike from the trailer, which seemed like it took ages. When I got my dirt bike started up it sounded like the sound of a chainsaw cutting down a tree. Then I was called to the gate to begin my race and find out just how my afternoon will turn out.

           

Lining up my front tire to the gate looking from side to side seeing all the riders as they start their engine and prep their bike for the race that is about to depart. Looking up seeing the young girl come walking out to the middle of the track waving the thirty second flag then she changes it to five seconds.  Then in a flash the gates drop and the race begins around the first corner we go in a huge group just like a herd of cattle.

The adrenalin takes over and the laps start to go by fast in a couple minutes I find myself in first position coming up on the second last lap. In the lead feeling like I just won the lottery I decide to give it my all on the last jump reaching the max speed on my dirt bike as I launch off the jump feeling as though I have just set a world record gliding threw the air glad to finally be able to say I cleared the finish line jump. Then in an instant the nose end of my bike dropped and my heart stopped dead in its tracks cringing as I fly into the ground as though a bomb had just gone off. Everything was black then the dust cleared and I got up in shock seeing the ambulance and people sprinting towards me as if I might be seriously injured. Finding my dirt bike I picked it up and headed off the jump in a hurry as my father and his friend got to me checking to see if I was okay. After they found out I was lucky and no serious injuries happened they straightened my handle bars witch were bent like some pipe in a metal bender.

Finally my bars were straight and I took off down the track to finish my final lap. Half way done the lap I start feeling pain in my arms and wonder if I have an injury. Toughing it out for the last half of the lap I find myself heading towards my fathers truck to see what the pain might be.  Setting my bike on its stand I pull up my sleeves finding three quarters of the skin on my arm gone on both my arms. Getting undressed and putting my gear away I pack up my bike and leave to leave thinking about what went wrong and soon realized that there are things that people can do to prevent my crash from happening. So next week I put it to the test and realized that my skills have increased and I did jumps that would have lead to a crash or problem. Soon I was racing and doing jumps more completive and will always believe that there is a solution for anything.

                                                       Self Reflection 

For this assignment I was faced with lots challenges. Most of the challenges I was faced with was having enough words to provide enough meaning to provide my reader with enough detail.Another challenge was trying to figure out the question so I knew what type of essay/ story I was writing.  I faced this challenge by working on it outside of class and spending time at home writing it. I have learned that when I do this I can accomplish more and receive a better mark for my work and become a better essay writer.