The vibration and sound of a motorized vehicle really turns me on! It all started when I was five years old with a bright yellow Mini Ski-doo snow machine. I got it for a Christmas present from my mom. When I came home from our Christmas Eve church service, it was waiting for me on the snowy drive way. I was so shocked that I couldn’t wait to drive it; that night I also got to open one more present. When I opened the box there was a yellow snow suit that matched my new snow machine. Now, not only was I motorized, but I was also stylish!
I had many adventures on the little yellow machine. One of my favorite memories was driving our machines down to the school to watch hockey games. Mom soon got tired of waiting for my machine because it could only go 10 mph. That’s when we decided to get the snow machine “souped up.” Now I could go 15 mph! And I was hot stuff! Many of my friends came over and I would pull them with the machine. When my best friend came over we would sometimes fight because we both wanted to ride it. That’s when my mom gave us both a time limit so that it would be fair. My dog, Honey, would many times run beside me as I drove on the trail. Honey would run ahead and think it was funny because he could go faster than the snow machine. Each spring a large group of us would go to Thompson Pass and we would spend six to seven hours having fun in the sun and snow. This is where I tried to show off by hill climbing. This proved to be harder than I thought since my machine would stall out at the beginning of the hill. My high mark was where the big monstrous machines took off.
This little machine was the beginning of my passion for driving. Later on I advanced to a bigger machine and the four-wheeler soon followed. Now I am driving a car; who knows what will be next, a Semi truck? Airplane? Jet Ski? Dirt bike? Well, watch out motorized vehicles, here I come!
I had many adventures on the little yellow machine. One of my favorite memories was driving our machines down to the school to watch hockey games. Mom soon got tired of waiting for my machine because it could only go 10 mph. That’s when we decided to get the snow machine “souped up.” Now I could go 15 mph! And I was hot stuff! Many of my friends came over and I would pull them with the machine. When my best friend came over we would sometimes fight because we both wanted to ride it. That’s when my mom gave us both a time limit so that it would be fair. My dog, Honey, would many times run beside me as I drove on the trail. Honey would run ahead and think it was funny because he could go faster than the snow machine. Each spring a large group of us would go to Thompson Pass and we would spend six to seven hours having fun in the sun and snow. This is where I tried to show off by hill climbing. This proved to be harder than I thought since my machine would stall out at the beginning of the hill. My high mark was where the big monstrous machines took off.
This little machine was the beginning of my passion for driving. Later on I advanced to a bigger machine and the four-wheeler soon followed. Now I am driving a car; who knows what will be next, a Semi truck? Airplane? Jet Ski? Dirt bike? Well, watch out motorized vehicles, here I come!
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