Personal Narrative: The Motocross Road

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It was early Sunday morning, when I arrived at my favorite paradise: The Motocross track. As I began to gear up, I was pondering the goals I would exceed. I slid my helmet over my head, buckled it, knowing that I had just committed to exceeding my expectations and accomplishing my goals. The feeling grew stronger as I swung my leg over the bike. After one firm kick, the bike roared. I pulled up to the gate with nineteen other riders with our handlebars touching. I sat there and visualized the track and the lines I would take in order to win the race. The thirty-second board went up and we all pinned our throttles. As I anticipated the gate dropping, I leaned forward, squeezed my thighs against the frame, pulled in the clutch, and pinned the

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