It was three months after I got my Learner’s Permit. A beautiful sunny day, the birds sang in the morning, and people driving back and forth. To start this day new and fresh I put on my brand-new t-shirt I got from the Nike store along with a basketball short. As I’m getting dressed and ready to start my first in-car lesson, my dad is sitting in the car with his work suit, seatbelt fastened, and face straight like a dude who just got pulled over by a cop. I’ve often dreamed about driving ever since I was in my mom’s womb, two hands on the circular steering wheel, and one foot on the pedal, driving excitingly. It seems like nothing could possibly go wrong today. “Hurry up Danny, get your ass in the car!” my dad rolled down the car window and …show more content…
I turned head and boy around to do the head check as I release the brake loosely. After I’ve got out of my driveway down the steep hill filled with the smell of matte black asphalt concrete, I switch the gear back to direct and charged forward. As I thrust my foot on the gas, the car went zooming through the straight and went from 0-100 faster than light. Suddenly, I push down on the brake as the corner ahead is coming right for us and proceeded slowly just like how I was taught to do at the driving school. So far so good, this trip has been so long, felt like a year have already past. I started to get drowsy, my face got heat up, and my eye is closing uncontrollably as time passes. I kept my feet on the pedal steadily and firmly balanced my heel on the ground. This new experience was indescribable amazing. The excitement rushed through my nervous system pumping my feeling, and as I spread my cheek and smiled, KaBoom!!! Unintentionally, I pushed down on the gas pedal with ten tons of body mass, the car went flying as I went through a sharp left turn. Boom!!! The front left wheel went on to the curb, car stop and trembled, dad and I flew toward zooming into the
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
As my left foot lands in front of my right I pounder all of the things that the blame can be put on. My mind is racing from on thought to the next, but I am finally able to hone in on an idea. The light pole! That's it! There was nothing illuminating the black pavement on which I was driving on.
I hopped in the driver’s seat of my husband big truck and begin to get very anxious. My mind went blank. I all of a sudden forgot which pedal was to brake and which one was for the gas. I had to pull myself together because I was determined to learn how to drive. I put the car into drive and both my hands on the steering wheel. Before I can do anything my husband yelled “Stop, and put your seat belt on!” I started laughing and buckled my seat belt. I put the car into drive, put my foot on the gas, and the truck jerked and sped off. I panicked and put my foot on the brake pedal and the trucked jerked and stopped. I jumped out the car. I no longer wanted to drive. My husband calmed me down and told me it was ok and try again. I got back in the car and said a quick prayer. “Lord please give me the strength and courage to learn how to drive this truck!” I put the car in drive and the car began to move. I felt the I was swerving in and out of the lane and that’s when my husband said that I needed to keep the wheel straight until I’m about to turn. After about ten times of driving straight and turning I started to get the hang of it. I was excited! I was actually driving!
I have recently had bad experiences with my vehicle. I have been trying to get it up to par, buying new parts to try and make it run the way it should. I know it’s not a new car and I am well overdue for a upgrade, but I try to save money and do mechanical work for myself, I know I’m a girl, but I believe in my mind that I can make this happen. I have recently changed enough parts for the car to almost buy a better running vehicle. While attempting my seemingly impossible mission, I have realized the hard way that it is impossible to keep up with a car that has never been properly maintained.
The driver’s test is pretty much the day every teenager looks forward to. That is, if they’re fortunate enough to have parents willing to finance the driver’s ed classes and whatever car they decide to let their kid drive for the test. Me, I was blessed with my mom’s reasonably nice Hyundai SUV. I had been driving for a good while and on my first drive time, my instructor said that he would probably pass me right away. Of course, that was months in the past at this point. Now, am I saying that I had gotten worse since then? No, but I had certainly gotten cocky. However, all I remember feeling this day is the excitement I had to finally get my license.
While we were going down, he slammed on the brakes and we staying almost upside down for almost a minute. When he finally let off the brakes we slammed into giant pothole that racked the whole entire car. We were all really jostled up but the car took it in stride. After we experienced all of these really enjoyable adventures we went to go see old cars from the start of automobile history. We saw extremely old and unique cars that you couldn’t see anywhere else.
This action had consequences, as it sent my car straight towards the concrete barrier to my right. In a state of complete panic, I overcorrected to my left, now headed directly into the embankment pond at full speed. Other than the memory of a loud splash and my engine shutting off, everything became a blur. I had to get out of my car that was slowly filling up with murky pond water, and I had to get out fast. Although how I got out is still not entirely clear to me, before I knew it, I was watching my car sink, waist high in dirty pond water, injury free, and was on hold with a 911
A skill that I am now aware that I learned through the Natural Human Learning Process is the skill of driving. I was motivated to start drive because, I didn’t want to ask my parents to take me anywhere, and I was also tired of being late to events. I began practicing by...
I was fifteen years young-itching to get behind the wheel of my first vehicle. A young man’s dream is to turn sixteen and finally get the privilege of driving; the freedom involved in this privilege is just a thrill to teenagers in general. I, myself, have always wanted a car that was unlike any other car; I wanted a car that was fast, stylish, and purred like a kitten. White has always been my favorite color in a vehicle, so I kept my eyes open for a white car to call mine. Little did I realize, my brother had a white car that matched up to my expectations.
I know you tired of taking me places all the time and picking me up. Interrupting your busy schedule. I can’t fix all your problems but I can fix a couple. Mom and Dad I would like to work on getting license and a car, but I can’t do it on my own. This makes life easier for you and me. I know it’s all a long process.
He screams then, and dark blood blossoms out of the wound, soaking his white shirt. The driver hits the brakes, exactly as I hoped, and I fling myself over his seat back and stab him through the side of his neck. He gags and lets go of the wheel to staunch the blood flow with his hand. The car swerves dangerously but, luckily, doesn’t roll.
I was fine but my car required extensive repair. The following year I was involved in another car accident, my car was t-boned and totaled. The car accident occurred 1 mile from my home. During the car accident I blacked out and my life actually flashed before my eyes. When I awoke, I realized what had happened.
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
While the weather was good I decided this was the best time as any to get back on the road. So I rocked myself up and threw my pack over my shoulder. “Heading off?” Allen asked.
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.