Finally

I've always wanted a motorcycle, since I was a little child. When I was 17, I started working and once I turned 20years old. I was finally at a point where I could buy a motorcycle. So I started searching for motorcycle classes on the web. Once I found a place I went for it. It took about one week maybe longer. After I passed the class with flying colors, I didn't waste any time, I went right to the DPS office and got my drivers license. I didn't get to ride my bike to the house. My dad called his friend to come ride it home for me. As soon as I got home I started riding it. For about Three months, I rode it without making a mistake. First of all it was a bran new motorcycle. One day I went to Dollar General and when I came back out my motorcycle would not start. So I called one of my friends who has a motorcycle. He helped me get it started again. Once I got it home I tried to start it again but it wouldn't start. So my dad said that we were going to take it to Yamaha to get it fixed. For about three weeks I was not riding. I kept asking my dad to take me, he finally said yes. The Yamaha Dealership was all the way in Louisville. On the way there I had my accident. Somebody sideswiped me and on top of all that they were doing construction there. I lost control of my motorcycle and it started sliding on the street the I hit a tree. I was knocked out.