I kept thinking to myself, was I doing the right or wrong or was it worth it. As I felt my hands shake with a force I had no control over. I took courage and grabbed the lightweight black and silver car keys off the dining room large table with sticky coffee stains from breakfast earlier. The house was very silent and peaceful, as if the whole humanity had vanished from the face of the earth. I was bored to death, and suddenly my friend texts me, saying “Hey man, Lets hang out in your brothers car?” since I’m so arrogant, I cared less about whoever taught I was doing the wrong or dangerous, without over thinking it, I took a step forward into the worst decision I could had made in my entire life, yet.
I have not yet realized that the impact has broken my right arm and leg. My brothers and friends crawled out the vehicle through tinkling of broken glass and a car upside down. Moments later commotion ensue and the drunk driver speeds off. Later would I find out that the accident was a hit and run. I was rushed to the hospital and quickly sent to the operating room.
I was seventeen and had a job as a pizza delivery boy that particular summer. My best friend went on a three-week vacation so I had the opportunity to work full-time (actually overtime) that entire time. Since I was so busy (and tired) about all I had time to do was save my money so it wasn 't long before I had saved three hundred-fifty dollars. Now my dad at times could be a little "snaky". He was having a tough time keeping up the payments he owed a used car dealer from which he 'd recently bought a car. In order to minimize the problem, he talked me into buying a car. It was beautiful! It was a shiny black 1958 Chevy with a super clean leather interior. It was the 1958 version of the classic "1957 Chevy". While it was an automatic, it
The book I got from my grandpa When I was like 7 my grandpa brought a book to me from his trip to detroit. It was a book about cars. It was like my favorite book for a long time because I liked cars a lot when I was growing up. The book was about a bunch of different chevrolet cars and who made them and designed them and stuff like that. Thats why I was so interested in the book.
After many obstacles I finally obtain my driving licence. My first appointment day was a friday morning of January. I remember I did wake up late and I took a shower really fast. When I get out of the shower my mom told me to eat something but i could not because I did not have enough time. I remember that I had to run to take the first bus. I get to the stop on time but the bus arrive five minutes late. Thanks God when I get out of the bus the second bus was already there and I just get in. I was making my make up on the bus, and the bus driver look at me and in his face I could see that he felt sorry for me because maybe he could see that I was nervous, worry and late. When I get to the DMV I told to the front desk lady that I was there
Julio C Gonzalez When I first got my car I was so happy I. I was happy with my car because I could go anywhere. I would go out with my friends or out with my family. If I would be feeling down I would go grab my keys and go for a drive.
I was traveling west on Route 254. I slowed down to almost a complete stop as another vehicle in front of me was turning into their driveway. I heard squealing tires, I saw Vehicle 2(Pontiac) swerve to the right just before it struck my vehicle. Vehicle 3 (Red) did not make any contact with vehicle 2 and struck my vehicle in addition the driver of vehicle 3 fled the scene without exchanging information.
(I’d just had the car maybe a month!). This guy had basically something off of Jurassic park on the front of his jeep. THANKFULLY it was on the passenger side so its just like a bad crick in the neck. But I really didn’t see him coming so I was pretty limber. He was flying... and there I was trying to take off taking a left turn.
Back in 8th Grade, there is a car contest in my physics class. Which is to built a car that uses the balloon as the engine, and see who’s car can travel farthest distance. Like usual, I am so excited when I heard the contest, I want to win! Once I heard the contest, i begin to draw all my ideas I had to build the car. My first idea is to use big plastic plates to build the wheels. I taped the back of two plates together which is a wheel of the car, and used sticks to connect all four wheels, then I putted the balloon to the car and start our first trying. Surprisingly, the car didn’t move at all! Why, it is not as well as I thought. I failed in the first trying. I told myself, “One fail will not prove anything, I can do it”.
The ability to drive myself around in a car with no parents hovering over me in the passenger seat is what I consider to be freedom. I have the ability to decide where and when I want to go out, without having to worry about who is picking me up or dropping me off. This is because I have my driver’s license. Before I elevated to this stage of freedom, I experience failure upon receiving my driver’s license.
At my old house on 2901 S St. Francis Lane the way in was quite a challenge. When driving in it required many left turns and following twisting rotes. When you got to St. Francis your car wouldn 't require you to gas, gravity took over. The hill would alway be a pain in the winter. When the road was re-paved in the summer of 2010, they said that the rollers had trouble down and over it. That hill always caused headaches but made the neighborhood more secretive, because driving by you couldn’t tell what was under it.
I wake up in a warm environment around 6pm. My first steps of the day begin into the bitter cold of North Dakota. I walk in the snow for a quarter mile to reach my owners truck. Stepping high, I get into the truck and gently tap on the gas pedal to get the truck started. For a few minutes, I wait for the truck to warm up. My owner slowly pulls me onto his calloused tired feet.