Four Wheeler Riding

That exhilarating rush you feel when the wind whips at your face and the sun is shining all around you. This is what I feel when I do one of the most desirable things in my life: four wheeler riding. Ever since I can remember, riding has been a regular thing for my family. Every weekend we would go up to the mountains for the day and ride to our hearts content. Through ages two to five, I would ride on the front of my dad’s four wheeler and fall asleep. My head, encased in a helmet of course, would bounce on the gas cap forever and I would never wake up. As I got older, I inherited our smallest four wheeler that my oldest brother named Little Blue- after it’s size and color. Though, no matter how small, that little four wheeler could go anywhere and get there fast. Whenever my dad would mention a four wheeler ride, I immediately felt like a child waiting for Christmas. However, instead of sugar plums, I thought of big mud puddles and the next trail we would take. Though we don’t go as often as before, I still accept the challenge and welcome it whenever the opportunity comes.