“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” “BOOP!” Ouch, That hurt! I fall down and my hand was hot like some thing is burning. I was in Pekan (a little village in Kuantan, Malaysia) when I first rode a motorcycle. I remember it’s the “Hari Raya” school holiday. I went back to my home in Pekan to meet my father.
As what I normally did in my home, I lied on my bed, turn on the television and got a box of ice cream. “Umm.. What a awesome holiday!” I thought. It was hot outside; luckily I don’t need go out from my cool room. While I enjoyed in my sweet vacation. My dad came back from work.
“Amiel did you have any homework to work on?” my dad shouted at me madly.
“I finish all and I had review everything.” I said.
“Good! You know what? I think it is a good chance for you to learn how to ride a motorcycle. You really need more “basic” life knowledge”
“WHAT? Learn to ride motorcycle for the “basic” life knowledge? Is that basic for a 14 years old girl?”
“However you must learn some days latter, you know how to ride bicycle so it won’t be too hard for you.”
“but…”
“No more excuse, this is all for your own good!”
I “climbed” on the motorcycle, I was nervous but excited. Before we start the motorcycle, my mom hold my hand, and taught me” If you turn the accelerator counter clockwise, it will be faster, if you turn it clock wise, it would slow down.” I can felt that my mother was actually more nervous then me. I knew she knew it was totally a bad idea to let me rode motorcycle. After an informal lesson, I carefully turn the key, and started the motorcycle. Since I am such a coward, I rode very slow, not even 10 km/h. Motorcycles were such a cool things, I never realized that until I rode on. I carefully turn the accelerator counter clockwise a bit, and the motorcycle became faster. Since I rode slow, I can concentrate on what I was feeling, the wind that passed by me was cool and the sunset of the countryside is extremely pretty. This is the first time I found out the pretty of Pekan. I came back from the motorcycle rode, and I get praises from my parent, I knew that I actually did a good job. The next morning I woke up, instead of turn on the television, I walk out of my home and I start the motorcycle, yet I still rode slowly. (Since Pekan is a countryside, so it’s really save to go out by our self, and they don’t had a lot of cars, it is save to rode the motorcycle on rode unlike Kuala Lumpur.) I increase my speed a bit, to about 20~30 km/ hr. The wind pass through me is even cooler. After a few minute I found out that I was not nervous anymore.
I went back home since my father was working and my mother was afraid of sun that could make her tan; I decided to bring my doggy to have a ride. I told my doggy ”Teddy! Feel proud of your self, you are the first “person” that sister had carry.” I putted my dog in frond of the sit, and started to ride. After a few times practice, I thought I was good enough, so I increase the speed. From 20, 30, 40, 50, 60. Everything was going fine, nothing happened, the motorcycle didn’t explode; I didn’t fall and I enjoyed it, my dog seems enjoyed the wind also. I increased the speed a little bit more, it was 80 km/h, the normal speed that people ride a motorcycle, or even little bit slower I thought. I felt proud of myself-“What a genius! This is the third time I had ever rode a motorcycle, and I can actually rode the same speed with others now.” I thought. While I was feeling proud of myself and enjoyed the speedy wind pass through my face, I couldn’t realize that there was a sand in frond of me. I used the same speed to rode on the sand and I started to notice that I couldn’t control my accelerator, my motorcycle was unstable, all the sudden, I fell. First I couldn’t felt anything from my body, the only two things I knew is I just fell down and was my dog all right. I stand up by myself, and found out my little stupid doggy was sitting far away from me and starring at me like “Oh. The way you fell dawn is ugly! By the way are you ok? I’m fine!” I took a look of my body, I found out that I was bleeding badly. My hand, half of my leg and my ankle were cover by blood. That actually freaked me out! The first time in my life, I had every blood liked this, I had no idea what should I do. It is about a kilometer long from home. Fortunately there were two people saw me, they were my father’s friends. One of them helped me rode my motorcycle back, another brought me back. My parents were totally shock when I came back, they helped me put on medicines, and bandages. I didn’t cry it’s actually too hurt so I didn’t have feeling anymore.
I never ride a motorcycle after that accident, I would get really nervous even when I sit on a motorcycle. What a scary experience!
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