For a teen like myself that is learning how to drive the process is 4 years but there is only two road tests throughout these years. The first test is your learners and all you do to pass it is a written test then you drive for year or two till the class 5 GDL. the class 5 GDl and class 5 are standard road test where you drive with a driver instructor where ever he or she says to go. After the world is yours and you don’t do any tests after for the rest of life. The reason this is an issue is because how are people supposed to learn to drive properly by doing a driving test every 2 years for 4 years.
Somehow I convinced my mom to get on the back of my bike and let me drive her to the check-in building which was about a quarter mile from our spot. As we took off, I could hear her saying “easy Ian” which was only motivation to me. “lan what are you doing? Slow down!” which was all the motivation I needed. I cracked open the throttle lifting my front wheel off the ground just enough for her to start screaming “let me off this thing!” After the well enjoyed ride to the check-in area, it was time to line up for the race.
But i had succeed and i was excited for all driving adventured to come with my friends. I felt nothing but excitement. Driving was everything i hoped and anticipated it to be, Except for one exception. One day in June i had just gotten out of school and my little brother had called me to pick him up from the opposite side of the school building, but with an unbearable line traffic i choose to take a lap around town to get to the other side, living in a small town i thought this would take less time then waiting in the line with no patience. I was at a red light very close to the school when i had a green arrow i proceeded on driving straight until very suddenly a car had pulled out directly into the street inches in front of me, with very little time to even get my foot on the brake, i had smashed directly into the driver side of the other car.
We need to find a new way to inform teens about the dangers of driving, and I propose we do this through showing them in a safe environment. One privately operated example is called B.R.A.K.E.S, which is an abbreviation of Be Responsible and Keep Everyone Safe. The program is taught by retired race car drivers, and has been available in fifteen states including North Carolina. Students in the course do several activities including: accident avoidance, a distraction exercise, wheel drop-off recovery, panic stop exercise, and a car control and recovery exercise (“About”). The program aims to be fun for teens, allowing them to go way too fast, skid, and learn how dangerous driving distracted is, in a safe environment.
I remember the day, like it was yesterday. It was the day before my driver’s test. I was thrilled but yet so nervous, that in a couple of hours I would be driving on my own. Little did I know what I was heading for. I practice frequently with my mom’s car, especially on my parallel parking.
In my mind’s eye, I can still picture driving from Seagraves, Texas to Orlando, Florida in a brand new Kia that we just got. I remember driving on the overpass above the Mississippi River and how far out of sight it went. We took two long, dreadful days to get to Orlando, but when we got there it was totally worth it. On the first day we got in Orlando my family and I rested from all the driving, but later that day we went to Orlando studios to walk around and look to see what rides and food they had for the next day when we come. Then we went to the hotel we were staying at and got into the pool with my grandma, grandpa, my cousin Micah, my two brothers, and my mom and dad.
I was in a car with my family driving on the freeway in Houston, and as I look out the car window I noticed that vegetation was growing on part of the freeway that was under construction. The freeway has been under construction for as long as I can remember and nature knew this because it set its roots here in order to survive. As I was looking out the window I started to think will they ever be done with this freeway. Many people think that America is the symbol of freedom and anyone can be who they want without being forced to do something they do not want. That is not always the case.
He takes his nickname from his elaborated and engine-powered 1970 Pontiac GTO car. It is decided to have a race to Washington, D.C., whoever makes it from the southwest to Washington DC first will win the pink slips to both cars. It means that the winner takes the others car. Along the way, they pass through small towns ,empty landscapes and stop at non-descript diners and gas stations in California, Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas and Tennessee but none of them will be able to go to Washington. While in Chevrolet, the girl, the driver and the mechanic travels together, In Pontiac GTO picks up various hitchhikers along the way.
I was told some of them would be here this morning. Kay told me Donny once presented her with a business card which read, Donny Hallmark, President, The Humpers. When she shared one of his children commented, “I didn’t know dad was president of the car club,” Kay responded, “Oh it didn’t mean anything, they would have a new president every other week.” That seems right. It was not about being the head honcho. It was about the love of cars, having fun, and being with