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please edit my story! i’m only in middle school though, don’t be too harsh or have high expectations!?
Pulled OverWe sped down the hot asphalt road on our shining Schwinns, foaming waves crashing on our right and shirtless boys carrying surfboard on our left. Our helmets left hidden at home, my cousin and I felt complete freedom, every teenager’s dream. We knew the {state name here} law for helmets said it was illegal for anyone under seventeen to ride without one, but we didn’t care.Feeling great, as rebellious lawbreakers, we turned the corner to our house – right into a [town name here] police cruiser. WEEEOOOOWEEEEOOOOOOH! My cousin cursed. The flashing red and blue lights of the cop car tattooed dark squares in my eyes that grew when I blinked and blurred with the setting sun.The officer stepped out of the car and I concealed a snicker behind a well-practiced cough. This man was as thin as the last piece of paper on his ticket pad and Bicycle surfboard Trailer not much tanner than the cardboard backing. My cousin, genuinely scared, stuttered, “S-sir?”“Where are your helmets young ladies?” he inquired with a disappointed look on his skinny face, “You know you have to be-”“Seventeen, we know,” I snapped, “can we go now, we’re going to be late for dinner!”“Ma’ams,” I rolled my eyes as he spoke, “I can not let this go unpunished!” The comical looking cop, in what seemed like slow motion, stripped the last scraggly ticket from its cardboard backing. “Please don’t sir!” I pleaded, “You can’t give us a ticket! Call our moms or something, they’ll punish us fine without taking money from us!”“Yeah!”, my cousin chimed, “Right-O! Okey Dokey!”As I was used to her nervous rambling, I ignored her, facing the officer again.“Sir I-”“You weren’t wearing your helmets…”“Yes, I know but-”“Which is breaking the law…”“But it wasn’t even-”“Therefore,” he declared, “I have to give you a ticket!”“Oh, whatever!” I groaned, defeated. Then, with my eyes squeezed shut, I reached a tentative hand for the ticket. I sensed his hand coming closer to mine and I closed my eyes tighter. Then skin touched my hand, and instead of a ragged paper ticket, I felt a strong handshake. “Congratulations,” the cop said, “nobody has ever gotten so defensive over a bicycling ticket like that!” My face turned slightly scarlet and I re-mounted my bike. “Uh, so long…” I said, not really thinking, “Thanks.”As I rode away, I felt surprisingly good about myself. Yes, I had broken some laws, and argued with someone who was only doing his job – but it had been an experience, an event in an especially uneventful summer, and it was fun.I know its short and stupid but just like conventions and some simple revisions. And PLEASE don’t tell me it sucks, you’re just wasting time.
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