One evening, my dad and I were going home from the supermarket. The rain was pouring heavily and the roads were very slippery. It was quiet. The night was very peaceful with just a few cars on the road. My dad turned into a dark road which was surrounded by many trees which made the road very narrow.The road continued unto a long bridge. I looked out of the window and noticed that a lot of cars sped across the bridge. Suddenly, I saw a huge truck coming in our direction; the slippery road had caused the truck to lose its balance. The truck was a very old rickety Benz truck. By the look of the trucks shattered windshield and distorted car frame, one could tell that the truck was very old. The truck driver who was a very old man tried as much as possible to control the steering wheel but could not. The truck kept coming our way.
My dad tried hard to turn away from the truck but our car had inclined to the highest point of the bridge and the truck was coming at its full speed. I began to panic and watched as my dad turned the steering wheel all the way to the end. The s...
An officer began a routine stop for someone exceeding the speed limit but the driver of the sports car they were trying to pull over speed up instead of slowing down. During the course of this chase the speeds of both the police car and the sports car rose to above 100 miles per hour. At the end of the high speed chase the officer lost control of their cruiser and ran up on a sidewalk hitting a pedestrian, ultimately killing the pedestrian. In the same moment hearing the commotion caused by this accident the sports car driver looked back and proceeded to crash the sports car. Following the impact the sports car driver was killed and now people are looking for a place to distribute the blame for these two deaths. It must be decided if the officer is at fault for these deaths and the best way for the police department to act following these deaths. The legal, ethical and moral aspects of each situation must be evaluated. After this evaluation is made decisions must be made that incorporate and satisfy all of these variables in a manner most favorable to the police department.
Going to the neighbor's land about two miles down the road, my dad, Kurt, had made this trip several times before. Driving along the dirt roads of good old Oklahoma, my dad was making his weekly trip to the neighbors to bale hay. Still slick from the days before, the muddy roads gave no mercy to a passing car. Gripping the road, his tires had never failed him before, but with the road in this condition, he began to slide around. Anyone who has driven on a muddy road knows that if you start to slip, you should turn your tires towards the way you are slipping. Thus, swinging your hood around and safely rolling into the ditch. In Kurt’s position, his tires were facing the wrong way and still proceeding to go farther that way. By the time he, at least, straightened them out, it was too late. The weight of his car shifted to one side and it tumbled into the ditch, rolling about four times before slowing to a rocking motion. In these scary moments, gravity proceeded to break his back and ruin his wrestling career once and for all. In the hospital in very unstable condition laid my dad. After several weeks, his health slowly got better. As soon as he was in stable condition, he insisted on going to therapy to regain his strength and his confidence. Deciding to give up wrestling was a very hard decision for him. He switched to
“August 2000, our family of six was on the way to a wedding. It was a rainy day, and Gregg was not familiar with the area. The car hit standing water in the high-way, and started hydro-planing. Greg lost control of the car. Then, the car went backwards down into a ditch and started sliding on its wheels sideways. After sliding for 100 feet or so, the car flipped, at least once. After flipping, the car came to rest on its wheels, and the passenger window broke out.
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
When my dad was eighteen years old he went into the military, and was stationed overseas in Europe. One night, after having a few drinks with his friends and his commanding officer, he had to drive his commanding officer back to the base because he was not in a fit state to drive. It was late at night, very dark, and my dad didn’t really know where he was going. This resulted in my dad driving, and his commanding officer giving him directions. My dad was not 100% confident in his directions, but it was his commanding officer and you do what they say to do, when they say to do it. The man gave him a wrong direction, and it ended with them both toppling over a cliff and flipping the vehicle multiple times. Initially my Dad only
The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground. A wicked smile graced his lips. In in his mind it was all over. Unable to accept the idea of being roadkill, I did the only thing I could.....I turned the handlebars of my bike with all my might, veered off the road and into a nearby yard.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
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.
Traumatic events come in many different ways at many different times of ones life. Mine came on the school bus while I was on my way home from school. The bus had stopped to let a couple kids off and I stood up to throw some trash away. I stood up we were rear ended by a young lady who had been trying to get a bee out of the car and not realized the bus had stopped. I was standing up and the impact caused me to bang into the seat in front of me and the one behind me. I didn’t realize what had happened until moments later when someone said something. As I began to sit down I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body and my heart started to beat rapidly.
With so many vehicles on the roads today, automobile accidents have become an everyday occurrence. If you have been involved in a collision, it’s understandable that you’ll be upset and nervous after an accident, but it is important to remain as calm as possible and to record as many details as you can. Here is a list of some things that will need to be done both before you leave the accident scene and shortly afterwards.
The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,
I was too scared. I never wanted to drive again. Just the thought of being behind the wheel made me nauseous. But as time went on, I began to realize that I had to get back out there. If I kept putting it off, I would have never driven again and my family felt the same way. So I started back slowly. I would drive to the store or to my friend’s house and then gradually, I began to start driving normally again. That experience has definitely changed my life forever. It has made me a safer driver who always looks twice and pays attention. I never want to experience anything like that again and I will do everything in my power to make sure I do not. I also do not take my days for granted anymore because, I never know when one will be my last. That afternoon still haunts me to this day. It has now been almost two years since then and I still have yet to drive under that same underpass. It still terrifies me to think about it. But, no matter how awful that day was, I know it had to happen. It changed me, not only as a driver, but also as a
I had driven home this way a thousand times before, but today would be different. The misty rain made the road slick as I steered the car through the slow, wide curve. It may have been the setting sun in my eyes, but it was probably a combination of the loud song on the radio and the slight yawn that escaped from my mouth. Regardless, a momentary distraction was all it took as the tires hit the damp gravel. The wet rubber and slick stones triggered the car to slide off the road to the right. In a panic, I jerked the wheel to the left, over-correcting the slide. Swerving across oncoming traffic, my car jumped over the drainage ditch and smashed down into a neighbor’s front yard. Continuing its dangerous journey, the car destroyed a lamp