Riding Free

Nicholas Deverson

Walking in my shoes would be like opening the school doors and rushing to my dad’s house to start up my quad or dirtbike. Holding the clutch, shifting down to first gear, and lightly holding down on the gas. Then you start rolling, picking up speed, and hop on the street to go from 10 mph to 50 mph, and you just feel like there’s nothing getting in your way. You’re finally free from all the complaining from your stepmom, brothers, and sisters. All you can feel is the wind smacking your face, and during those moments you are the most free.