Cars and Transport Articles
posted on 21 February 2012
As I walk around town I am dismayed by what I see. Litter seems to be everywhere. I often see litter beside the garbage bins the city has provided for us. How lazy and thoughtless can a person to be? My friend's compact sweeper hire service is doing a good trade with all this litter, but prevention is better than cure in my book. Instead of taking the time to deposit their used candy wrapper in the receptile they simply throw it on the ground. If we all did that, it would be like living at the dump. It is so simple to take the time to pick up after ourselves. When I see trash on the sidewalk or street I wonder about the person who put that item there. Do they live like that at home? I sincerely hope they don't. Is this the legacy we want to pass on to our children? Again I hope not. We all need to take responsibility for what we do. How can we save the planet, the endangered species of animal and plant life when we fail to take time to pick up after ourselves. The solution seems so simple yet so difficult to inforce. Please clean up after yourself, that means taking pride in your surroundings. I would like anyone visiting my City to feel like it is a great, clean, welcoming place to live. |
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posted on 17 February 2012
I now sell motocross clothing for a living, but I'd like to recount about how I got into biking. When I was young, I had a craze of motor biking. But I did not have a motorbike. To buy a motorbike, I requested my parents but they refused at once. After a long session of buttering and hunger strike, they had to fulfill my wish and I finally bought a new motorbike. Then came the problem of learning how to ride a bike. I went with my friends to a road to learn riding. It was at that moment when things started to go bad for me. As I stepped on the clutch, the bike started flying and I struggled to control my bike. On seeing this, my friends ran after me but I was cruising on the road. Situation became worse when I saw an old man walking on the road. And it happened as expected. I crashed my bike into an old man and fell on the other side of the road. My bike was badly damaged but not more than me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the hospital. My parents were saying something to me. When I came to my senses, I came to know that they were cursing me. And after that moment I never tried to ride a bike. |
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