Route 66 and Kicks
It was a late Sunday afternoon in the heat of the summer and I was headed out West on yet another adventure, another couple thousand miles of endless highway by my lonesome. “How many miles do I drive before I find what I am looking for? Why am I still driving this shitty drive every week?” These are the questions I ask myself as I start out on my drive, and I slowly answer myself “To pay the bills, Reginald, to pay the bills”. I’ve been making this same trip for the last thirty-five years, out West to deliver a load of metal piping to the same damn place. When will it ever end? It is starting to drizzle outside, I stop at the local truck stop to get gas and to get snacks for the road, otherwise I’d be eating road pizza, or for you non-truckers, roadkill. I see my good friend Jerry, he has owned the truck stop for over fifty years and every day I wish I could stay home like him. He asks me how the trucking life is treating me, I smile and nod my head, “I can’t complain, but it sure ain’t
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Climbing into the back of the mysterious truck I notice that the metal thing has moved so I scanned the compartment to find it and it is nowhere to be found and I’ll be damned if I am waiting around for this thing to find me. I run back to my truck and decide to take off before anything else can go wrong. I made it about five miles out of town and then I hear a loud BANG! and all I can think is that this metal thing got into the back of my truck. Nervously, I pull over to the side of the road and run to the back of my truck and yank the door open…and there it is. In that moment, I saw that it was a robot. This is something I’ve only heard of in books and I had no idea what to do. “Hello, Reginald. How are you? How may I help you today?” WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING, I scream in my head, HOW DOES IT KNOW MY
On the listed date, I, Officer Rivera Ayala, responded to the Bethalto Quick Trip in reference to a counterfeit bill. I met with the clerk and complainant identified as Terry A. Huber who gave me the bill as the suspect identified as Megan M. Feeley (DOB 10/12/1985) was at the register. I asked Megan where she got the bill from. Megan stated that she did not know that the bill was fake, and that she got it from her brother. Megan asked if she would be able to get the bill back. I advised Megan that she would not be able to.
I will never forget my trip to Six Flags, St. Louis. This all started when I was fourteen years of age. My step dad, who lived in St. Louis, decided to invite me to visit for the summer. I was so excited to go! When the day came he pulled up at my house he asked me if I had all my stuff ready I said, “Yes sir! Let’s go!” Then my step dad’s family and I piled into the two cars and hit the road. The whole ride there I thought about all the things I wanted to do at Hurricane Harbor and Six Flags.
“All forces to Star Tours!” Pascal the head security guard at Disney’s Hollywood Studios yelled to his fellow authorized guards.
Driving up to Cooperstown through the gates, I was excited to see the variety of different license plates. Nevada, Texas, North and South Carolina, New York, Tennessee, Ohio, Virginia and many more filled up the parking lots. While driving through and getting directed to my barrack I saw tons and tons of kids. After settling in, my team and I walked around in awe listening to boys from other parts of the country talking. Most of the time I would laugh to myself because of the accents the southerners had. When it came to playing, the moment I stepped onto the field I felt like I was a professional. The grass so cleanly cut and the dirt so perfectly grated. The sun beating on my neck and the beautiful summer breeze made perfect baseball weather.
Ever heard of the Appalachian trail, it’s 2,000 miles of wildness stretched of all you see.
We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon
He had no car, $102, and a backpack of clothes and books. He took buses until he ran out of money somewhere between Arkansas and Texas. Then he went on route 66 and jutted out his thumb. He met his fair share of creeps and weirdos, but the majority were friendly and his journey uneventful. His one mistake was falling asleep in the back of a lumber pickup truck and winding up in Mendocino Beach, 200 miles away from where he wanted to go. Lumbering back onto the highway he stuck out his thumb once again and waited. He waited until one night a large VW bus slowed down. The bus was large, almost like a truck, and was painted a cacophony of bright colors. Out of the bus appeared a short man with crazy hair and battered clothing – his eyes wild and his jaw clenching and unclenching. As the man got closer Dennis could smell a heavy mix of perspiration, day old milk, and marijuana, yet he wasn’t unnerved, the man seemed alright. They shook hands, the man introduced himself as Charlie, and Dennis agreed to ride with him and his group to San
I don’t ever want to forget the day we went to Six Flags. In the morning I woke up my parents at 9:00 in the morning so we can get there early and get tickets. Next, I ask my friend if he can come and he said “Sure I’ll come”. So, when my friend was ready to go we left to Six Flags Great Adventure. In addition, when we got there we started off with the games. My friend and I were versing each other on different games. We also went into the haunted house. When we got bored we went on the roller coaster. We went on Superman, Green Lantern, and the Joker, and the most coolest part the Ferris Wheel! After that, we took a break and got back to the rides. Later, when we were tired out, we went home.
I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.
When the Weeping Willow trees became abundant around every sector of the car, I knew we were getting close. Once we passed the bridge by the small, grass bank called Cypher Beach, I could barely sit still in the front seat of my grandparents truck because I knew we were about to arrive. There I sat, waiting anxiously with my size ten feet smashed into a size seven foot box because if I removed them, I affected my grandfather's ability to drive and my grandmother’s ability to sit and look pretty. Even though the flip of the coin always caused me to sit in the front, compared to the comfy back where the other four children sat, it was all worth it when we arrived to our destination. The destination was just up the road, where we turned right
The sound of metal crushing as the collision head-on destroyed my thinking path. I felt as if the night was fading into complete darkness. All I could think about as we collided against the mound at the north side of the hill down the gloomy stretch of road was death. The car rolled over continuously till every engine part flew from under the hood. After the car finished rolling I checked to my left to see if Sam was still alive, he was bleeding from his mouth and unresponsive. The right front passenger door was crushed, I couldn't seem to free my right arm, I was trapped. I use my left arm to tug at my right arm free it, I screamed in pain as I pulled and pulled to notice my arm was broken. I managed to pull my right arm away from the crushed door after 10 minutes of agonizing pain shooting through my nerves.
On September 08, 2015 at approximately 9:29 PM I, Deputy Bowring, was dispatched to shots fired and the subjects were in a black in color, Nissan pickup, heading north bound on Farm to Market 288 toward State Highway 154.
Last year I started a new sport, cross country. I only did it because my lacrosse coach said that it might help me get better for lacrosse. So I went to the first late summer practice last year to see what this was like, so then we did warm-ups and a lap around the track. Then it was the first time I met coach Chase, My first impression of him was going to be very strict, But soon realized that this was false because of one of the first things he said. He said “I know there are a lot of nerves here right now, but cross country isn’t about winning every race, that comes later” then continued with “Cross country is about showing what you can do to yourself.” This struck me very hard because I was not that fast and was near the back. Through that fall the team did very well, I also made some progress myself. After the season was over I made a decision.
When i was 2 or 3 I was a big Hot wheels/Matchbox fan so, this is kinda embrassing and
It is was a cold and windy morning when we all woke up, we had great plans for the day, but I went back to sleep. My mom screeched, “Luuuuuuuis!” so loud that the whole ranch could hear my name. My body jerked and my head spun as I stood like a soldier on its first day in basic training, as my foot touched the cold floor my body was covered in goosebumps; I am half asleep; it is five in the morning; I heard my aunt and mom scrambling the pans in the kitchen against each other my mom planned to make fajita sandwiches. The house was filled with an acidic, lemony, and, rich aroma that woke up my cousin. I heard a truck pass by thinking it was our uncle and I got ready like a torpedo. I stepped outside, but to my surprise it was just the gas truck. Finally, after 20 minutes we see my uncle’s truck lights through the thick morning fog; we grabbed our lunches, and our hats, and shuffled into the truck. We were headed toward Piedras de Lumbres, a little village where we were going hike to see Saint Antonio del Varal. The trip to the village was smooth. When we got there, Daniel, our uncle, was waiting for us; he brought a dog and she was a ball of energy jumping, trying to touch the sky, and running like the wind. Daniel asked if we wanted to go the easy or the hard way; me and my cousin screamed, “the hard way!” so we walked about 10 minutes in the road until we saw a big hill. We all stopped and stood in silence ……. we just stared at each other the hill was, rocky,