It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines. We had hopped onto the highway and we were heading home. We wanted to arrive home at around at least 7pm, but it was already 12pm, and we were 7 hours away. I started pushing the gas. I was trying to speed us home as soon as we could. My foot began to push harder and harder onto the gas. The speed limit was 80 miles per hour, but I was going well over 90 at this point. My foot pressed down until the dash went from 100 to 130 miles per hour. I was flying past every car on the highway. I was jumping lane to lane trying to pass everyone in traffic. I couldn’t slow down so whenever a car appeared in front of me, I switched lanes to pass. I was jumping in and out of lanes flying past any car that was on the highway. I couldn’t slow down so when I noticed that there was a semi in front of me, and all the other lanes were blocked, …show more content…
We hopped onto the shoulder and i began flying past the semi. One light jerk to the wheel made me instantly start swerving and the front right corner of my car smacked the semi still going over 100 miles per hour, causing my car to be shot right off the road. We flew into a ditch but somehow i managed to control my car. We were rumbling through the grass off-road in a sports car, and somehow I managed to jerk my steering wheel and I flew up the ditch right back onto the side of the
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.
I'm going to tell you about the time me and my buddy Jacob jumped the Port Republic railroad tracks. It was a bright summer day, and me and Jacob were on our way to the junk yard looking for lost treasure. We spent about 1 hour, or 2 in the junk yard looking for a brush gaurd and anything else we could find to fit my old truck. We ended up not finding anything, but it was a fun time finding old stuff that hadn't been touched in years. Anyways we left the yard and started to head back home, but we weren't just cruising we were flying about 85 or 90 down a 55 mph road. We came across these railroad tracks that were pretty elevated, but the best thing was that there was no cars around. The first jump we were probably going about 25 to 30 playing
The moon was out and I heard an owl hoot, and crickets were chirping all around me. My family and I were at a party at my best friend Emily’s house. “I’m going on the trampoline”, I said. Even though in the back of my mind I was thinking, “Don’t do it, don’t do it Anna”. We were bouncing around and I started turning across the trampoline. But, at the same time Emily was jumping across the trampoline towards me! The collision happened so fast I didn’t
You had twenty minutes to be there, and there was little traffic, so you revved it all the way up to 80 on the open road and the rest of the guys followed suit. A combination of sleep deprivation and the glare from the sun (even with your visor down) was likely responsible for your misjudging that hard right turn, or so you said as you told the story later.
When we arrived on the street next to my house, I had lost all control. I was worrying for my family so I tried to stop the car but it was not the good pedal. So,
We had a piano in the back of the van, not strapped down or anything. My dad was always a very careful driver when delivering a piano or organ and never saw the need to strap something down. We would just wrap a moving blanket around one or two of the castors and away we would go. When my dad realized what my mom was saying, he hit the brakes and the piano flew forward, hitting the back of my seat. After asking if I was ok, which I was, my dad hit the gas. The piano then went backwards in the van, one of the legs snapping off and the piano fell over. Luckily it never hit the back doors or it would have gone flying out, just like you see in cartoons. We were driving faster than I had ever gone before. In fact, we were driving so fast, we literally passed a fire truck on its way to our
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.
The day was sultry. My brother, Ryan and I were outside, sweating. We heard the magical sound of the ice cream truck. We asked our parents for money, and waited outside and waited and waited some more. The truck never crossed our street, so we mounted our bikes and took off in pursuit of the ice cream truck.
In the year of 2010 around 11:00AM on a bright and sunny summer morning and not a cloud in the sky, you could hear birds chirping and feel the wind blowing, I was planning on swimming in my clear heated pool in my backyard with colorful lights on the inside, it was planned to be the perfect day. Little did I know I was not going to be the only one swimming.
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.
My full name is Zachary Randall Durbin and when I wasn’t born yet my mom was going to name me Mathew. I don’t like that name because it doesn’t seem like it would fit me. Luckily my Uncle came to town 2 days before I was born and I’m not sure what he did to convince my mom of agreeing with the name Zach. I love my uncle for that. Well when I was 3 years old my real I got my name from my uncle because my mom wanted me to be Matthew but thanks to my uncle I have the name that seems to fit me the most.
It was a Friday night, and my friends, Ryann and Josh, and I were traveling to Nashville, Tennessee for a country music festival. We were in St. Louis when I remembered the traffic being really heavy, and Josh was our driver. Josh was very prohibitive with his driving, considering he had two other people in his car. Ryann suggested that he should get into his right lane, but he told her no. He said that we are prone to get into an accident if we switched lanes, so he was obstinate with his idea. All of a sudden I remember hitting the dash and being knocked out cold.
It is something about the holiday season that I start to reminisce back to my childhood. Most likely because of all the many festivities, I was forced to go to as a kid. I hated attending these gatherings. As a child, you could describe me best as a “home body”. At every Thanksgiving I sat in the back corner of my Aunt Tammy’s house and watched as my cousins played and the adults spoke about their past and present lives. Now that I look back, I wish I would have made the most out of these moments, but all I could do is impatiently waiting to indulge in all the delicious holiday food.
It was a cold morning. Dark and rainy. I woke up at 3:00am, packed the last items, and left to the airpot to catch my fight. Arriving at the airport got me quite excited for this vacation (I had no idea what was in store for me). We checked in, got food, waited for the plane, boarded the plane, took off. On the plane, I sat next to my cousin who was a few years older than me, thinking it wouldn't be so bad - oh boy was I wrong. Not only did we have to deal with our annoying sisters, we also had: an elderly lady needing to use the restroom every 10 minutes, a crying baby infant of us, and a little boy who love to kick the seat. Finally, the plane landed in, the ever so beautiful, Florida. As I thankfully got off the airplane, I went to go
My tie flew in the morning wind. The only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I had been warned a couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was late as usual. As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then was quite unbelievable.