“STOP! STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW!” my driving instructor yelled as the tires screeched. My foot instantaneously rose from the right pedal to and pushed down the left pedal. My heart was beating rapidly. My palms were sweaty. I was nervous. This was my first driving class. My classmates claimed that driving is “easy”. “How would driving be difficult?” I thought to myself as I got into my instructor’s car. As I got into the driver’s seat, my instructor leaned over and said, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I lied. I did not know anything about driving or cars as I stepped into this vehicle of death. I prayed hard that I would make it out alive. I first started out in an empty parking lot and learned the basics of the gas and brake pedals. The right pedal is the gas pedal and the left pedal is the brake. To get the car moving, I had to step on the gas pedal. I was clueless on how far I should step down on it. As a result, I pushed down hard on the pedal and the car sped through the parking lot quickly. I panicked and instinctively stepped on the brake. My instructor’s eyes widened as she grabbed the safety handles on the side of
…show more content…
Place your left hand on the ten o’clock and your right hand on the three o'clock,” my instructor lectured at me. At first, it was hard for me to drive in a straight line. I kept driving towards the edge of the dotted white line which seems like a long unseemingly long road. I decided to turn right. First, I had to signal and then turn the steering wheel. The signals were controlled by the knob next to the steering wheel. Pushing the knob up will activate the right signal. Pushing the knob down will activate the left signal. I turned the knob up and the right signal light was on. My hands turned 90 degrees on the wheel. My teacher stopped the car. She took a couple moments to breathe and told me that I did not have to turn the wheel a whole 90 degrees; maybe just slightly turn the wheel five to ten
At this point we could tell there was still occupents inside of the vehicle. At this point we put on the the hazards and get to the vehicle as soon as possible. Hixson, Creager and myself exitted Negrons car and made our way to the totaled vehicle to check the statues of the occupants and find a way to get them out as safely and as fast possible. Hixson dirrected to the passanger side of the vehicle and started trying asking if the older gentlement was okay, while trying to find a way in. Creager and myself dirrected to the driver side of the vehicle. Creager started working on the door trying to open it up while myself started tending to the driver of the vehicle. I started to ask him simple question to test his situational awarness of the accident and to see where he could be injuried and if
Driving – E My parents freak me out when I drive. My mom gives me conflicting directions and then yells at me about it, and both my parents are always nervous! My dad likes to hold on to the ceiling handle when I drive. I asked ‘Why are you holding that,’ to which he replied, ‘ It’s convenient.’ Right. ‘Convenient.’ Only convenient when I drive! R When they get nervous, I get nervous, and driving with them is a nerve-racking chore.
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
“I am sorry,” the examiner said. “You have to practice more.” Before I passed the driving test, I failed two times. As a result, I have more experience about the proper driving technique because I learned much more from correcting my inadequate driving skills. It may be a formidable challenge for novice drivers to pass the driving test if they don’t follow the appropriate steps. Thus, in order to smoothly pass the driving test, novice drivers should read the Driver’s Handbook, calm the jittery nerves, and observe the traffic conditions.
After a long day of cruising through town with your buddy, the two of you have grown quite an appetite. You spot a McDonalds at the top of a very steep hill. Unfornately a local biker gang must of had the same idea. Encredibly, the only available parking spot is on the street, uphill of nearly 15 Harleys. There are no other restaurants for 100 miles in all directions. Famished, your friend skillfully manuvers his car to the side of the road. The breaks shudder as the car comes to a stop on the hill. He holds the brake, puts it into first, and shuts off the car.
Elderly drivers can also misplace a foot and depress the accelerator very firmly. Many accidents caused by incorrect pressing of the ...
When my tester arrived I was finally asked to start the car and pull out of the lot. “Take a right” he said. I turned my turn signal on at made sure to observe the road a few times before crossing traffic. I constantly looked over my shoulders at every street and every side road because I was told the number one reason people fail is because the don’t observe enough. “You can go right at the stop light” he stated in a very monotone voice.
“ You pasted a stop sign, then a stop light, and almost caused a car crash,” he said “ can you please step out of the vehicle.”
13,000 lives are lost in accidents where the speed of a vehicle was a factor, yet if I did speed to work that day, I could have saved a life. For the past five summers, I have worked at the summer camp in my home town. The third day, I startled myself out of a sound sleep to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my coworker, too.
Exactly one month later, all of the fears that happened in the past were returning. Was I going to fail? Was I going to get the same, strict instructor? As I slide out of the car and slowly shut the door, I could only hope that the same person wouldn't be there when I attempted to take my driving test last time. With that thought running through my head, my brain was in overdrive. All the wheels were turning as fast as they possibly could.
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...
It became abundantly clear as we inched along the narrow roads of southern England that your brain can’t simply override all of its instincts when switching sides of the road. Constant repetition of instructions was imperative to making sure the vehicle stayed where it was supposed to. To add to the struggle of simply being on the opposite side, more bamboozling situations arose that added to the mayhem. In the US, roundabouts rotate counter-clockwise, but in the UK, they revolve clockwise. Imagine driving around a rotary the “wrong” way and then exiting on the “wrong” side.
While texting and driving is a leading factor in many accidents across the US, it is not the only one. Experience is a quality many young individuals, like myself, lack. Once we start driving for a couple of months we overestimate our abilities. By singing along to loud music or by eating a hot pocket on our way to school, we dismiss many small but prone to be fatal actions. I was driving home from work one night when I decided to stop at Taco Bell to grab a quick bite.
I woke up around 8 o’clock and headed out to practice my driving with Mom. We drove all around, going back and forth from village to village. But I spent most of my time driving around Susupe, mostly in Mount Carmel’s parking lot. I practiced all kinds of parking. And even lots of hair pulling and grunts.
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.