My First Experience to Ride
Motorcycle
It was summer in New York, on
November 2002. One day, when I was ten years old, my father bought an old
motorcycle. That was Honda Legenda. I think it was a small light object and
easy to ride it. I persuaded my father to teach me to ride Honda Legenda.
Firstly, my father refused my request and promised that he would teach me two
or three years later, but I still whimpered. One day later, my father
surrendered and promised to teach me. He began to teach me ride the motorcycle
around a field in my village. My father was very patient to give me some directions.
I was very happy when I realized my ability to ride a motorcycle.
One day later, when I was alone at
home, I intended to try my riding ability. So, I tried bravely. All ran
fluently in the beginning, but when I was going back to my home and I had to
pass through a narrow slippery street, I got nervous. I lost my control and I
fell to the ditch.
After that, I told my father about
the last accident. I imagined my father would be angry and never let me ride
again. But the reality is exactly on the contrary, my father was very proud of
me. He just gave me some advices and since that accident, I got my father's
permission to ride motorcycle.
When I open my eyes, I surprise that
it was a DREAM. Unfortunately, two months later the incident really happens,
but it is not in New York, it was in my villages in Pringsewu.
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