There I was on a Saturday night at a big party. It took place in a large house on the hills with people everywhere, inside and out. A few of my friends and I were outside when, out of the dark, a golf cart came skidding down the new brick driveway. The guy throwing the party caught eye of the cart and began freaking out, not only because there was a stolen golf cart in his driveway, but there was also a thirty-foot skid mark. He demanded that the golf cart be returned to where it was found, but there was a slight problem. The spring on the back wheel driver’s side had broken which caused the tire to lock up.
Suddenly, a truck pulled up and the driver informed everyone that there was two cop cars heading towards the house. We then devised a plan to get the golf cart out of the driveway and into hiding before the cops showed up. Three other friends and I jumped into the passenger side in order to lift the immobile tire off the ground so we could drive away. At the time, our plan was in good progress until we saw two sets of headlights, resembling a cop’s, coming our way. With the four of us on the cart, doing ten mph, it was hard or otherwise impossible to escape the headlights.
As the road came to a split, the headlights shined on us. Our choices of direction were to either go towards them, away from them, or to jump off the golf cart and proceed to run. Of course we chose the best decision, which was to jump off the cart and get away. Two of us went one way and the other two went the other way to confuse the cops. The friend that I was with was pretty drunk and having a hard time. Suddenly, I saw him run and fall into a wall of rocks. I stopped to help him while laughing at his stupidity, but later on found myself smashing my face into some more rocks just as he had done. After brushing myself off, I stopped to look back and saw that my friend was nowhere in sight, but there was a cop only fifty yards away. I turned around and started running towards the bushes to get away.
When I came to the bushes, I squatted down as far as possible to assure that I was out of sight.
I was sitting in a basement that smelled bad and was stuffy, I needed to get out of there. I was with my friend who liked to ride bikes. So, we decided to ride bikes. Outside we only had 1 normal bike, the other was an old bike with a banana seat on it. I lost a coin toss so I had to ride the trashy bike that had trouble even going straight. There was a trail down at the park where we would ride the bikes. We thought we would go there first and then go climb on playground after. At the very beginning of the trail there’s this difficult hill that goes pretty fast and shoots you right at a left turn. If you didn’t slow down and turn fast enough you would crash.
It’s May 5, 2012. It’s a Saturday night after a stressful week of school. It’s an ordinary spring day. We had been at Truman Lake on the water all day, looking forward to a great night of racing. The sun rose up, the heat was reaching the upper nineties, and conditions were beautiful for a night filled with racing. My uncle had box tickets to the Impact Night at Wheatland Speedway. My mom, dad, brother, and three of our family friends all piled into our seven passenger SUV to head down to Wheatland, MO. Little did we know what was in store. The races started off intense and every race had at least one wreck. After a long day, we were driving home. Exhausted, I had just dozed off on my mom’s shoulder when out of nowhere on Highway 83, we swerved off the road to avoid getting hit head-on by a drunk driver. Sliding every which way through the ditch, we hit a school bus sign; only feet away from guard rail. Thanks to my dad’s retired dirt track racing skills and someone watching over us, everyone in that car is alive today.
On a country road of the Colorado plains my life was turned upside down in the blink of an eye. After an argument with my wife, I decided to drive into town, and I took Joby with me. Fueled by anger, I was driving a little too fast and a bit
It is July 4, 1969 in Vallejo California, Darlene Ferrin picks up Mike Mageau from his house and are heading to a Mr. ED`s a burger and fries restaurant. When they arrive it is too crowded and decide to go somewhere quiet to spend time together. Darlene and Mike are laughing and smiling when all of the sudden a car parks behind them and turns the car off. After a couple of seconds the car drives off without any act...
“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.
Sirens were going off. I looked from the passenger seat out of the window of the van. One cop car. My friend and I were getting chased by the police. Will and Sam were the troopers. I was in the passenger seat of a black van, and they were in a black undercover cop car. Good thing I was only playing a game, or else I would probably be in jail!
We had never been to a party, besides a few nights were we split a case of beer, upon arrival to the party, it was clear, we were in over our heads. There was an open bar, twenty-two kegs, and a table with an array of different types of drugs. Much like the town members in “The Lottery”, mob mentality took over myself and my group of friends as we were convinced to partake in the different libations of the night. As the night progressed so did the items that we were consuming. We started with beer and didn’t think to much of it, but when a group of seniors came and challenged us to do Jager bombs the night took off. We were all concerned, at first, but as the alcohol soaked into our brains we were just looking for the next thing to take our mind off how sore our bodies were from the earlier practice. Until finally it was time to leave, and piss drunk we all climbed into vehicles to drive home. I was in a lifted Jeep Cherokee with six of my teammates when the driver lost control and went off the road. As we were barreling toward a tree line the car seemed to increase in speed, and when the vehicle hit two large elm trees the car stopped instantly. Myself and the driver were thrown through the windshield, and everyone else in the backseat collided with the foot and a half diameter limb that went through the center of the windshield. The limb broke my best friends arm, broke another friends nose, and it had stopped on our starting point guards chest. What we didn’t realize was that the limb had crushed his ribcage and fluid was pouring into his lungs. Luckily, none of us were knocked out except for him, and we were able to call 911, the paramedics got their quickly, and he was airlifted to a hospital about twenty minutes away. Waiting for the ambulance was terrible, my friend was laying helpless on the ground, coughing up blood and struggling
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
In 2010, the lives of a Macon family changed forever. A time of family togetherness that started out as a celebration turned out to be anything but, proving that a split-second action can have lasting consequences. The family had gathered in Longview, Texas to celebrate the eightieth birthday of Jerry Dingmore’s mother. As everyone prepared to head back from the party, Dingmore’s son, Colton, requested that he ride with his uncle Jay. Dingmore agreed, and everyone started to drive back to Jerry’s mother’s house-Jerry in one car and Colton, Jay, and Jay’s wife Betty in another. Out on the highway, Jay and Betty’s car was hit by a distracted driver who answered a text behind the wheel and swerved into their lane of traffic. Betty and Colton survived with minimal injuries, but Jay was killed on impact. Now, the Dingmores are trying to spread awareness on an issue that has affected many people and can be prevented simply by using common sense.
When I think of my childhood, my little red golf cart comes to mind. When the typical person gets ready to go to their lake place they think about the water, relaxation or perhaps an ice cold drink. Unlike most I have always thought about riding around on my golf cart. I have loved my little golf cart since the day I first saw it, but I never thought that it could hold such significant sentimental value, nor all of the memories that it does.
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.
I turned down her road and began going up the first hill, then the second, and then I looked up at the tallest hill and began up it, as I reached the top all I could see was the sky it was blue and there weren 't many clouds out yet, until I reached the crest of the hill I saw a large truck driving towards me in the wrong lane. I had no clue what I could do so I took my hand and jerked the wheel to the left to avoid a head on collision. The next thing I knew I was in a creek looking at a tree I remember wondering why I was there. I looked down at my hands and I saw blood and glass all over my arm and I saw my steering wheel
...as she pointed me down the road and she told me once you got to Red st to take a left and it would be 2 doors down so i followed he instructions and walked into the police office where I told the police officers everything they told me to lead them to where i was held. So i did on the way here i never actually realized how long on a ride it was, it took us about two to three hours when we finally got to the house all the police hid around the house and on the count of three they all ran in so fast that no one had time to escape.
It was a Saturday afternoon in the late spring, it was probably about 85 degrees outside. Me and my friend, R.J. decided to go riding 4-wheelers. I took his Suzuki 450 for a spin. We were riding next to a road, when I noticed this guy in his tan convertible foxbody Mustang. He started racing his engine and we both took off, I was in front of him and I had already burned through all 5 gears and I realized I had to turn. I let off the gas and downshifted to 4th gear and hit the brakes to turn. I was going too fast for the turn so I had to go a little bit wider through the turn and I made it a quarter of the way through the turn . That is when it went bad, the right front tire fell into a groundhog hole. This hole stopped the 4-wheeler dead in its tracks and threw me over the handlebars. I landed on my head and got ran over by the quad. I remember seeing nothing but black and when I stood up and looked around I saw the quad about 300 feet away in the ditch. I walked up to it, got on it, and started it when I realized the front brake lever was gone so I had to buy my friend a new brake
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.