A time when I overcame an obstacle and experienced success was when I finally got rid of my fear of driving. My parents had always told me “Driving a car is just like riding a bike” that was a total lie, well at least for me . I only wished it was that simple. It all started in my junior year of High School I was about to turn sixteen in two months. My parents have constantly been telling me for two weeks that I have to practice my driving.
I must admit I will always just disregard the driving topic,I don't know what it was but I will always get goosebumps when they will bring it up. My mom picked me up from school she told me that she was running late for a doctor's appointment so we raced to the doctors as fast as possible. On our
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I just stayed quiet looking at the paper he noticed my silence and said “ It's your early birthday present I want you to get your licence so we can buy you a car”. I was quiet for another few seconds and just replied with a “Thank you dad”. I went to my first driving school class and we needed to take a test in order to get a permit so we can drive. I past my test and got my permit the test was to know the street signs and basic driving rules it was simple. The second time I attended class they put us in groups of four so we can practice our driving they picked me to go first so I got on the driving seat and put on my seat belt. I took a deep breath and turned on the car my hands were shaking on the wheel it was my first time driving so I was just panicking in my head. My words just came out of my mouth and told my driving instructor in a scared voice “ I don't know know how to drive” he just replied in a calm voice “Its okay we have a emergency brake I can control”. He pointed at it and I felt a lot safer but still panicking because I was scared I was going to crash or someone was going to crash
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.
Driving. While I haven’t had the greatest experiences with driving related problems; I’ve run into some pretty funny ones. When I was about four years old my family was over at my grandpa’s putting in a well for him. I of course was sitting in the unattended van on the top of the hill in the back seat. While many people would think that it was completely safe and there’s nothing to worry about they are wrong. You see I was a clever little toddler and could at that time unbuckle herself and climb over the center console right into the front seat. Also being the genius child that I was I managed to switch the car from park to neutral and begin to roll down the hill. Now I don 't remember my mom and the other adults running towards the van to
He lifted me up and helped me to the golf cart. I slowly stepped on and sat down on the cushioned seat. He was telling me to go home, but I thought I can’t drive I can barely
I committed to a lot of preparation that would assure that I passed the exam on the first try. I studied for three weeks day and night and created flash cards to help me memorize rules. When the day came to take the written exam I isolated in a room with a piece of paper and a pencil, this did not help my level of anxiety that I had prior to arriving at the DMV. But by some miracle, I had passed the test. Receiving my driver’s permit made me one step closer to freedom, but it wasn’t over yet. Now that I had my permit, I had to learn how to actually drive a car. I had a little over four months to perfect my driving skills and learn the interior/exterior of a 2003 Toyota Corolla. Through the course of that time, I put in hundreds of dreadful hours in learning how to drive and locating the interior buttons. I practiced turning left and right correctly, as well as how to accelerate and stop smoothly on public roads. I was told by many that having a car wasn’t only about driving it, it was also about knowing how to keep it clean and knowing how to make sure every aspect of the car was running well. The hard part of learning how to drive was memorizing all the rules, such as the meaning of the lines and signs on the road. Every day spent practicing was a day closer to turning eighteen. On the day of my birthday I made my DMV appointment to take my “Behind-the-Wheel” test. The fear of failing my driving test made me far from excited when the day came. When I arrived at the DMV, I was told to park the car on a drive way next to the building. As I waited for my instructor to get in the car I was sweating bullets but despite the twenty nerve-wrecking minutes the drive lasted, I
not many cars on the road encouraging me to drive faster. I had just gone
I wasn?t nervous to drive because my dad let me drive sometimes to my grandpa?s house If I took the back roads, so I had a little experience. When I took behind the wheel it was a little different than driving on the back roads, but I did ok. When I finished behind the wheel I signed up for a driving test. This was the part I had been waiting for, I wanted to pass so I could drive alone. The day of the test was very stressful, I had to use my grandma?s car because mine had tinted windows. I had never driven my grandma?s car, and I could not do corner backing with it.
I was driving with my learners permit so my husband only allowed me to drive but so far. I could drive to work, my mom house, sisters house, mall, etc. Anywhere that I could get going the street way I drove. I knew in order to get my drivers license I would have to learn how to drive on busy intersections and the express way. I hadn’t driven on the express way yet because I was terrified. Just seeing the cars drive 80 miles an hour and quickly switching lanes made me jittery. I knew in order for me to conquer my fear of driving on the express way I would have to drive on the express way. I wasn’t quite ready for that
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.
My First Car The struggle of buying a new car for a teenager is real. My parents didn’t want to spend a whole lot for my first car. At first, my parents searched for cheap cars that had over 100,000 miles on it. My parents also thought about how much the insurance would cost.
Do you ever fell like you are always rushing to get things done, only to find out that you are getting nowhere in a hurry? I know that I sure do! Life often comes at me very fast, which makes my line of thinking sometimes blurred. Often, rushing things has put me in multiple uncomfortable situations. The term “live and learn” is a very powerful statement, but it did not make any sense until I changed some of my life habits.
The thought of the accident saddened me. With a lump in my throat and a turning stomach I remained quiet the whole car ride. My mother just wanted me to understand the importance of my seatbelt, but she also taught me a life lesson. I did not question my mother
The goal in driver’s ed class was to pass in order to get a green slip to take a driving course if you were under the age of 18. My twin sister had gotten her green slip sophomore year of high school and started already driving before mine. My older sister “Kayon” wanted a new car so she had gave my twin sister her old car when she had gotten her new one. When I had finally gotten my license, we started sharing the car but at the end of the day it was still my twin car.
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
Unsuccessful in trying to get me out of his car; he began to drive mystically and made a sharp left turn. My reaction was to reach and grab the wheel and turn left. Big mistake. This day will always haunt my memories.
As we were eating some sleazy greasy food, I obviously had to tell my friends about running from the law and my involvement. After telling all my friends about my night so far they all had a good laugh. Later that night when we were leaving the Waffle House the law was behind by my car running the tag. Once the law left we definitely decided it would be a good decision to go home. However, when we started to leave I put the petal to the metal. We fish tailed the car sideways, and as I was trying to regain control of the wheel I accidentally over corrected. If one knows anything about driving cars to fast and or wild, one of the biggest mistakes one can make is to over correct. Following my big mistake the car spun out of control off the road, into the ditch, up a hill, and finally came to a rest once I had hit a power pole with the rear bumper. As if the night had not already been embarrassing enough for me, this car accident put the amount of embarrassment I felt over the