LOST

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Last year my uncle my cousin RJ my brother Izrael my dad and I went to the Clive river to ride my motorbike.First of all I put all my awesome gear on which are any sort of boots  except high heels!, grippy gloves, a helmet  and of course you need a motorbike. I sat down on the black comfortable seat.  I turned on the gas and then kick started it. It started rumbling also I could fell it vibrating . The gas tank was full with gas, 2 stroke and gas. It was a nice hot day. I finally followed my uncle through the weeds and grass. It looked like it had never been chopped down. I didn't see the other path and I zoomed down. Luckily I slammed on my brakes. The path lead to the water. I had to shout out to my uncle. He turned around and I wasn't there so he turned his dirt bike off and listened. He heard me. The voice got clearer and clearer until he found me. He put his dirt bike down. I hopped off my motor bike. My uncle pulled it up a steep slope.

My goal was to write better sentences. I think I have done that.