Personal Narrative :/

I know this has nothing to do with my concept!!

The day you fell onto my seat was the day that I fell in love. I remember your dorky little smile when your dad and you pulled into the parking lot. You were the first customer all day. I was just washed and my wheels shined in the sun. I remember when you walked right by me, all I could feel was cold neglect.
Then as soon as I could finish thinking about how much fun I could have with you I could see you turn around and run over to me. You jumped on my seat and smiled to your dad that I was the one that you wanted to take home with you.
I remember the long anxious truck to my new home and the relief I felt when you first stared my new engine. I could see you staring my red handle bars and my bright loud engine, you had your red helmet and riding pads on ready to go and hit the jumps.
The engine roared as we were both ready to go, I remember your dad yelling to where the brake was. “On the left” he yelled, as I was about to take off.
Off we go! I remember the first time that you gently griped my handle bars. From this moment on I realized that you were hooked on me. I am very happy at my new home. I get washed regularly and I always have a fresh full tank of gas. I am so glad that I could be your first dirtbike.