About Those Roaring Sounds in the Forest
posted on 24 January 2012 | posted in
Cars and Transport
I was born in a small town the surrounded by large forests. I used to go biking with my parents when I was a young boy. I clearly remember one of the tree-lined lanes heading out of our town. In every direction only the tranquil forest was visible. But after biking for about half an hour, the first sounds of a beast became audible. Not far from the road, hidden away by trees, was a dirt bike track. Every Saturday, the local dirt bikers - replete in their vibrant motocross clothing - would gather here and ride circles through the woods. As a little boy I loved watching them. The deep noise, the dirt flying everywhere, the unbelievably high jumps it was a spectacular sight. Since then I have moved away from that town, but sometimes I return. Then I drive along the tree-lined lane and hope to hear the roar in the forest again. It brings me back to my childhood days.
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