Driver-Personal Narrative

I hate driving. I have some trepidation about using that word but hate is due where it’s due. And I hate driving. It might have something to do with the fact that no matter how good a driver I am, my safety is still in the hands of some over-confident twenty-something who is texting, eating, and driving simultaneously. Or maybe it’s the environmentally driven guilt I have while pumping gas. Either way, I just really don’t like driving. But, it was driving that made me realize I felt like an ant. I was in the left turn lane on my way home from a hot afternoon of summer band. The little green traffic arrow lit up and, much like ants following the instruction of a pheromone, we swung our metallic bodies in the instructed direction of travel and

“How may I help you”said someone at the drive through window.”I would like an extra large fry ,and a large sprite please and that will be all” said the customer.Okay,that would be $3.38,please pull up to the next window”.Over the sound of screaming children, burning grease, and giants speaking I heard extra large fry ”omg that's me” I thought “No i never went before so i'm probably not today”but boy was I wrong.As I am taken out of the freezer I began to panic.I am pored into a net kind of basket and dipped into hot yellow lava.Two minutes later im am taken ot of the net and pored in to an red and yellow box along with my friends.”My mother always warned me about this day,and it finally came.I am picked up by and giant and place into an

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

Vehicle 3, struck the right rear wheel and quarter panel with the front of the motorcycle. Driver 3 due to impact with Vehicle 1, was ejected from the motorcycle and came to rest on the pavement, near the area of impact. It is unknown what if any, distance, Driver 3 was moved, due to the movement of Vehicle as it continued southward, after the

I was driving blind tucked in the seat of a tank with only my head peaking out. We had our lights of for tactical purposes and my section leader, staff sergeant Watkins was up top with a pair of night vision goggles directing me over the head set. The brisk night air rushing across my face was the only indication that we made any headway into the night. The emptiness absorbed even the ground rushing by closest to me. Only the occasional rabbit fleeing from beneath the rampaging behemoth broke the stillness of the inky surface. Stretched out across the landscape like fingers lurching forth from some abysmal hand hidden in the sky our platoon wheeled forward. Unilaterally wielding this hand was our first sergeant Gargard.

It was a brisk foggy afternoon that was soon to turn to night. John had just waved by to all his friends at the party. It was a thirty minute drive home down some back roads in the country. Five minutes down the road it got dark and foggy, John was trying to get home as fast as he could safely. He was surrounded by open fields and corn fields on all sides. Then before he knew it his truck started to stall for an unexplainable reason. John immediately started to panic but tried to stay calm the best that he could. His truck came to a complete stop and there he was on a back road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that he could see in front of him was a mailbox with a long drive with cornfields on both sides. John had no other option in the world

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

It’s late Thursday afternoon, mom shuffles a minivan full of hungry, tired children from school to the latest afterschool activity. As she enters the highway , through the whines of children asking for a snack, she hears her cell phones familiar chime and rummages through a purse full of old receipts and a checkbook that’s desperately in need of being balanced. Hurriedly, she answers the phone to relay a list of items they need form the grocery store for dinner to her husband. She only looked away for a short second to swipe the answer button but as her eyes return to the road she see the vehicle in front of her has come to a stop. She acts as quickly as she can but it’s too late. As she plows into the car in front of her all she can

I was chilling in my bed room playing video games when I got a unexpected text message from my best friend Jarrod saying it’s going to be a night you won’t forget my brother. Although I was king of skeptical on why he texted me this early with a jigsaw riddle message; therefore, I was uncommonly curious moreover so that I ask him what you do mean and what is going down tonight? Nevertheless he respond with rich home girl is throwing a big mansion party; infact, everybody is invited it is going to be wild like that party movie project x my brother you coming yeah without a doubt I’m coming, good I’ll pick you up at nine thirty sharp tonight because Port Neches Grove is a drive. However time went by extremely fast that heard him pull up I wasn’t even ready so I just grab my red polo shirt and hat with my new tan brown timberland boots then finally headed out, so when we arrived cars was

Imagine getting handed over the keys to your very first car. I felt so much excitement inside of me. All I could think of being a race car driver. When I felt those keys in my hand for the first time, I could see myself cruising down the country roads to school. I also thought about being in the streets and racing my friends. Then I felt my mother snatch the keys from my hand and saying “I know you are not thinking about racing.” My mom would always tell me not to speed before I left the house. I heeded the warnings she gave. Feeling like I knew what I was doing, I had a sense of invincibility and knew the cops would never catch me. I ended up seeing the day that I thought would never come.

My hands were gripped so tightly to the wheel that they started to sweat, I put pressure on the gas pedal and drove off. It had been a long hard soccer practice. Constant running and jumping and my legs were exhausted. I opened the door of my dad’s BMW and jumped into the backseat with my younger brother Oliver. Beginning to take off my soccer cleats and shin guards, I was telling my dad about how cool my learner’s permit looked and felt. We were going home our usual route on K7 highway when all of the sudden my dad exited the highway onto College Boulevard. Oliver and I turned to look at each other, wondering why he was going home a different way. My father turned around and said, “Hop in the driver’s seat Jos.”

I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.

I was scared. I would have rather been on my two feet, than riding on the two wheels beneath me. Alongside me my brother held me up and pushed the bike and the boy along. He was all the training wheels I had and all the training too. The rusty maroon sixteen inch bike soon carried me over the field lanes of my parents' dairy farm without any assistance. Games of cops and robbers quickly followed, instead of using the brakes normally I dragged my feet on the ground. I soon joined my brothers in bike races and pop-a-wheely contests. This was my first experience driving, if you will allow me to call it that.

Everyone has been through that time in their life when they're in their mid-teens, and start to obtain new privileges and responsibilities like driving for the first time, and or getting a first real job. One might sound dull, and boring, but the other is something every teen cannot wait to experience, but unluckily for me my first driving experience wasn't so great. A couple months back, I was in my auto technical class, and the class, and I were doing our day to day shop work when my instructor came up to me, and said he needed a car moved so we can check it out. He handed me the keys no questions asked most likely because I had neglected to tell him I haven't even gotten my permit yet. So me and my buddy ran to the car with excitement and I hopped into the driver side assuring my friend I knew what I was doing after he’d asked me about three times. I put the vehicle in drive and it started to move at that moment I realized I didn't know to hold the brake down and ended up colliding with the truck in front of us.