Doing well in any activity, for example a sport, music, dance or painting, riding a motorcycle or a car, involves a great deal of struggle. Most of us are very nervous to begin with until gradually we overcome our fears and perform well.
Write an essay of about five paragraphs recounting such an experience. Try to recollect minute details of what caused the fear, your feelings, the encouragement you got from others or the criticism.
You could begin with the last sentence of the essay you have just read: “At last I felt released—free to walk the trails and climb the peaks and to brush aside fear.”
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MY FIRST EXPERIENCE OF RIDING A MOTORCYCLE
At last I felt released, free to walk the trails and climb the peaks and to brush aside fear. This fear of injuries had been my old enemy and had thwarted me at crucial moments. I remember exactly when I started developing this fear. I was a toddler when I was given a tricycle. I would lose balance and the tricycle would fall over me.
As I grew older, I was given dwarfer versions of cycles but my road fear persisted. I would hit someone or something and fall down. Sometimes the injuries took time to heal. I felt annoyed with myself and cursed my fear. But fern assumed monster like proportions.
Now I had passed tenth class examination and joined the city school. My father gifted me a Hero Honda mobike on my birthday. My uncle volunteered to train me. After telling me in details the functions of various parts, he took me to the playground. He sat behind me and issued orders. He held me firmly at first. When I had learnt to start the vehicle,
change gear, increase and decrease speed, turn the vehicle and come to a stop, he asked me to take a round. I perspired from head to foot. He reassured me and encouraged me. I regained my confidence.
Then I took a short round of the playground. I still hesitated while tinning the comer. Uncle explained the mechanism and demonstrated how to handle the machine.
Finally, I took three rounds of the playground. Then uncle and I came to the side road. He trained me how to avoid the vehicles and give them passage. I drove to the city and returned safe. I had conquered fear and learnt how to ride a motorcycle.
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Before we get into the details of my first motorcycle ride I’d like to tell you how my interest in motorcycles started. I was in my mid-teens; I’d guess around 15 or 16. My parents were away for the weekend so I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle. At the time he owned a late 1980’s Honda Shadow which I thought was the coolest bike in the world. After spending the evening out with my friends he called me to say he was picking me up and he arrived on the motorcycle. That 5 minute trip home left a lasting impression on me. I remember the feeling of speeding down the road with nothing other than wind and engine noise to keep me company as clearly as if it was yesterday.
I had never worked up the courage to ride a motorcycle. When I was given this experience as a gift it took the choice out of my hands, I would have to try it at least once or let a fantastic gift go to waste. Now that I have tried it I am sure I will start the process of getting my motorcycle licence, all due to the fact I ventured outside my comfort zone and tried something I had been thinking about for a long time.