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.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
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
“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.
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.
It was just as I was beginning to lay down that I heard a knock at the door. Looking out the window I saw a sight that made my heart stand still. Parked outside my house were two police cars. As I ran out of the room the only thing racing faster than my heart was my mind. Why were the police here? Was it something I had done? Or one of my siblings? Looking back, I was still so blissfully ignorant at this point.
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.
We turn onto the busy street accelerating up to the speed limit, as we're both jamming out to the song called Space Mother. We approach a green light in the right lane of traffic, going by a big line of cars in the opposite lane waiting to turn left. In a spilt second my improving mood was struck with shock, as we approached a newly changed yellow light, my friend gives the gas a quick tap to boost his speed a little bit, mean while I can see the big oil field truck turning right into our path. I'm frozen in fear not being able to say anything. While my friend was unable to see because his view is blocked from the up coming intersection by the traffic in the lane next to him. My hands are stuck to the dash to help brace my self for the impact, as he steps on the brakes. I hear the very brief squealing of our pickups tires. Then came the crumpling of the smaller S-10 as it impacted the one ton pickup at 40 mph. Sending me straight into the windshield and making a perfect head shape indentation in the glass, while popping the entire windshield out. My knee area on my pants had taken the red paint off the dash. My knees had smashed the dash into three different section.
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
As we started up the 225 Highway we were following traffic along the twisting, turning road. Suddenly my best friend cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked, "What's wrong?" He started to laugh, took his foot off the accelerator, hit the brakes, and said "Didn’t you see that state trooper?" I nodded, "Well we were going 85 up this road," he said. Luckily we were not the only cars on the road. About a mile from the turn off we slowed down to 55 miles an hour. When we pulled off the side of the road, we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. Normally this turn off was packed with cars, with people climbing in the Indian Hills. Although we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread. If something were to go wrong there wouldn't be anybody else around to help.
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.
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
It was just like any other morning, I woke up, ate breakfast, got dressed, did my hair and makeup and then hopped in my pickup to drive the 45-minute road from Adel to Lakeview to get school. I was on time and not in any rush, it was cold but the roads were clear so I was driving around 55 MPH. I came around a corner where there was a straight away right on the other side and in the blink of an eye everything changed. I hit black ice, all remember is my pickup started fish tailing and before I knew I had completely lost control. The pickup began to roll and due to me being careless and not putting my seat belt on I was ejected from my driver window. I remember waking up on the ground, looking up at my pickup and just thinking to myself “What just happened?” I stood up thinking nothing was wrong and immediately began searching for my cell phone which had been thrown out as well. Before I could find it a lady in a red car pulled up and she immediately called 911 which upset
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...