I was sixteen years old and, in my opinion, old enough to do anything on my own. Although I was still young, I wanted to behave maturely. But of course, when adolescents act in ways they don't usually act, things turn out worse. I thought I was more responsible and trustworthy. My parents drove me everywhere, but only when my friends were unavailable. I am sure it eventually became tedious driving me around, but they seemed to not object. It eventually became tedious for me driving with my parents, but there is nothing like getting out of the house. Sometimes I just need to get out of the house, but rides are not always available.
             Still sixteen, I was working for a window company and making a good deal of money. I only worked for a few hours a day, but ten dollars an hour added up real quick. It was painful walking or having a friend drive me to work after school every day. I wanted some freedom; some time to myself. So, it was time to buy my own motorcycle.
             It was a 1980 Suzuki 250, in mint condition, yet real old. It ran great, but because of its size, ran slow...and loud. Parts were hard to find, so I had to keep my self on the bike and off the ground. But the shortage of parts and price of repairs didn't stop me from crashing or being irresponsible.
             I finally had the freedom that I had been waiting for. I felt I was older and capable of doing whatever I want, on my own. I was able to drive, or ride, myself anywhere. I was really excited; all I did while out of school or work was ride around town and get away from home. I eventually got too involved in my new motorcycle that it eventually caused me to ditch my classes at school. I received a letter in the mail from the school stating that I was a truant. Maybe I was not ready for my own ride. My parents were upset, and in result, suspended my privilege. Then they had me call home wherever I went, be back home before dark, and stay in town.
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