My first day...

My first day riding my own motorbike

I don’t remember very good my first day riding my own motorbike. I was six, my parents had bought me a Yamaha, it was a small motorbike, blue and white, it sounds perfectly, has fifty cubic centimetres, and was too beautiful .

I liked a lot motorbikes, now also, these days my parents had motorbikes and I grew looking their motorbikes.

I was nervous, to say better I was scared stiff, but when I started riding I felt very good. I learnt too fast, these day was the first of “never stop riding”.

It was behind an industrial zone, a big area, there was anything, I was with my parents.

I think that my first day has influenced me quite positive, because it was to easy, and now I ride very well. When I’m with my bike I feel over the moon, and I think that in the future it will stay on influence me.

Summer Experience

This summer I went to La Bresse, France, to saw the downhill world cup, because I practice downhill, and I like the bike so much.

This sport, consists to ride throw the mountain with a special bicycle, how much fast as possible. In this competition, wins the fastest rider to arrive at the finishing line. Normally, the times are in three minutes, and the almost of the tracks, are three or four kilometres long.

During the race, it was raining, all the weekend, so the track was so wet, and so muddy.

The track was fantastic, there was a lot of jumps, and almost so big, also, there was a lot of fast corners, and a lot of difficult sections.

During the weekend, I can saw all the international riders, I also I can saw how they trains, and their fantastic bikes.

The winner was Greg Minaar (santacruz syndicate), with an amazing run.

I can remember the race yet.