Route 422 Research Paper

On 10 March 2017, Officer Tabor was conducting patrol duties when at 2213 hours he saw an unoccupied, black in color Ford pickup stopped in the roadway at eighteen thousand West Kellogg Dr facing Westbound on the North side of Kellogg. Officer Tabor after exiting his patrol car and confirming that in fact nobody in the vehicle, ran the license plate that was displayed on the vehicle.

Myself and Officer Tonkinson overheard the radio traffic advising the vehicle is travelling toward Ringtown. We were currently on patrol in the area of the "Y" Shenandoah Highway and Ringtown Road. We drove southbound on SR 924 to the intersection of Pennsylvania Avenue. During this time we did not observe the described vehicle. We checked SR924, Ringtown Rd, Shenandoah Heights, Lost Creek and areas in

U/A of EMS, care was transferred and FD assisted with loading. Mrs. Davis was loading into the ambulance without incident and taken to Bay Medical Center for further care.

I was exiting the ramp and Wauteka road headed north. I was at a red light as soon as it turned green I proceeded to go and another vehicle traveling south ran the red light T-Boning my vehicle. My airbags deployed, both drivers’ side windows shattered, in addition to both doors sustaining damage from the impact. My vehicle had to be towed from the scene.

Investigation revealed that the vehicle 1 was travelling on Route 130 South when light turned red on Renaissance East Blvd. Vehicle 1 failed to stop, lost control, swerved to right, and struck traffic light stand on Renaissance Blvd along with Telephone Pole # 71217. As result, the vehicle spun around and its passenger side struck Telephone Pole # 8032NBW and came to a rest on a turning lane on Renaissance Blvd East. Driver stated that he pressed his brake to stop for the red light when his brake failed to work properly; he swerved his steering wheel right to avoid collision with vehicle in front, lost control of his vehicle and struck the Traffic control pole. Driver 1 had laceration on his left ear, bleeding and complaint of neck pain. First

On Dec. 11, 2015 7:21 pm (19:21) in the city of Arlington, Texas, while getting on to I-20 from the frontage Rd. going east. I, Clyde Bluitt, was rear ended by a Gold Lexus LS430 (Lic Plate: Texas CZ3-X578) (Car 02) driven by/registered to your client Kutrina Henderson. Traffic was heavy on I20.

VEHICLE ONE, WAS headed NORTH ON HILLANDALE ROAD when it was struck in the front bumper by the rear bumper of vehicle two, which was backing up south on hillandale road.

I was informed a car went off the roads and the driver, Danielle Hauk, was not injured and already requested a tow truck. Enroute, Inv. Olson informed me he stopped there, checked on Danielle & she was not injured. I arrived and located the car in the west side ditch up against some small trees and a Paul Bunyan Communication box. Danielle informed me she was traveling alone south bound on Co Rd 4 when she lost control on the slush, spun out, entered the ditch backwards, and hit the trees.

DRIVER ONE STATED SHE WAS MAKING A RIGHT TURN WHEN SHE WAS STRUCK BY THE VEHICLE TURNING INTO THE PARKING LOT.

After the last witness left we broke into groups to search for the car described by Terri-Ann Larson and Robert Smoot. We searched St. Patrick’s, Ali’iolani and Sacred Hearts for said car and found it in the Ali’iolani parking lot. We found the white truck with a few scratches in the front and

I responded to the above location in response to a private property vehicle accident Unit 1 was a 2007 Chrysler Aspen driven by Talia Cornett. Unit 2 was 2012 Ford Fiesta owned by Minna Mcleod.

The first thing you should do is stop immediately. If you just drive away, you could

Alan: I was driving north on Old Princeton Rd. and at an intersection the other car drove in front of me. My car t-bone his car. He (the other driver) believed that it was a 4-way stop, but it was only a 2-way stop.

The drive was going fine, until she was crying so much that she missed a turn and slammed into another car. Both her and the driver of the other car got out of the cars and were thankfully not injured. The other car did not have much damage, but Valencia was not so lucky, as the back end of her car was smashed in with the bumper barely hanging on. Both drivers had called 911, and a police car was the first person to arrive on the scene, as it was a fairly rural road they were driving on. The police officer seemed like a normal police officer, assessing the damage to both cars, making sure no one was injured, and then getting both Valencia and the other drivers’ side of the story.

My Father once told me that it is an unspoken rule to stop and exit your car should you witness a wreck. “It is an action of human decency.” He would say. I wouldn’t have known, as I had never been in the driver’s side seat of a car, let alone allowed to touch the steering wheel. I looked forward to the day that I would be transporting my parents from Houston to our ranch in Hallettsville, which was two hours away, where we would finish out our week. Because I inevitably spent four hours in a car, driving to and from our ranch every weekend, I saw many, many car wrecks. However, seeing a car wreck was not the same as witnessing one, and as a child, I longed to be in the thick of one, not as a victim, but as the good Samaritan who hopped out of their car and rushed to the scene. I wanted to be the person that would be in the paper the next day, front cover, full color picture, in bold letters, my name and my heroism displayed for the whole city to see. It was, then, arguably unfortunate for me that my Father was such a careful driver. If I was lucky, I would see the carnage, the crushed aluminum, and the disheveled drivers from several lanes away. If I was unlucky, I would be straining to see the vivid red and blues of the constables’ light show glinting off the windshields of the other cars. As far as I knew, no one had ever been recognized for being in the backseat of a car moving away from a collision.