At age 14, I participated in a 670-mile cycling trip in the company of my father and brother. My dad was a skilled cyclist and desired to show us the work of bond and trade. My sister and I were rapturous for the adventure. The cycling trip was to take place across the Vancouver Island and then the San Juan Islands. We made thorough preparations for this expedition by going regularly on smaller trips so as to practice riding with panniers. At first, adjusting to balance on the bike was difficult than I anticipated. In fact, we were all ardent cyclists, although my sister and I were very young. I can articulate that I had an inclination that I was conceived on a bicycle, despite the fact that I crushed into a letter drop the first occasion when I cycled one without preparing wheels.
After many weeks of training, it was time to set out for a long waited excursion. I understood that I longed for the adventure and needed to see the excellent sights of forests, moose, bears, deer, mountains and many more. However, I did not realize that trouble was looming. There were cougars, inclement weather, bears and many more. Suddenly, it started raining moderately as we coasted down a hill in fervent delight to rest before climbing the hills with our entire cog and aching legs. Abruptly, my sister`s front tire slithered in the rain, thereby making her slide into the ditch and broke her leg.
Instinctively, I stepped on the emergency brakes and because I was speeding, I fell off to the middle of the road. When my father noticed this, he hurriedly tried to save me from an advancing truck that could have crushed on the spot. This is how my father saved me from the verge of demise.
