The Motor Bike. An Arabic student tells the tale of purchasing a motorcycle in Seattle and being immediately hurt. He also discusses his father's reactions. The 1200 SE was beautiful. It had a teal green tank, black striping, chrome pipes, and gold decals. The bike glistened in the sun, ran loud and got the attention of almost everyone. We knew that we had made a good deal and we owned a bike that we could be proud of. We were so proud of it that we went immediately to show it off. An hour after we bought the bike, we decided that we would go to Renton to the speed track for motorcycles. We drive to Rundown and paid our $10 fees. Then we started to race the bike on the course. I was the first one to ride it and I got it up to 80 miles per hour. I started going faster and when I got to about 90 miles per hour, I was facing a wall. I saw the wall, but I did not see the 6-inch rock that was in front of me. I hit the rock, rolled the bike and ended up with my new motorbike on top of me. Pages: 2 Bibliography: 0 source(s) listed Filename: 470 The Motor Bike.doc Price: 17.90