I was almost home when I saw a familiar car pass me. It turned out it was my parent’s car, however my parents were not driving it. It was the tattooed man from the prison. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. How did he get their car?
As they looked for me, all I was able to hear was people talking over each other and my friends laughing at each other. “Hey guys! I’m over here!” I yelled at them. Then the lights in the bus turned on and I became visible to them. “Hey, Eric, what happened?
These trucks deal with most of the freight haulage and passenger transport Suddenly our driver recklessly tried to halt avoiding the car that just summersaulted right in front of ours. Our car swayed into the bush nearby. The horrified bus passengers screamed Jesus as they jerked forward to the inertia call, all the passengers sleeping were all called awake by this sudden stop. Our car managed to come to a halt with no scratch. The driver came down, as well as other passengers, everyone kept reminding each other of the preacher's prayer.
It’s not often where you see truck drivers on their feet, unless when they have to off load luggage from the truck, and that just only last few minutes. The nature of the truck driver is a sitting position and long period of hour is spent on the road behind the wheel. It doesn’t require much of movement as the mode of transport doe s most of the work, but as the person driving, the only control they have is to monitor the truck. With the long periods that are spent on the road, a lot of road alertness is of needed, and being cautious is very
I have never been in a truck before so I had an array of emotions and thoughts when I went to school to start learning about this big truck that was both scary and exciting at the same time. After eight weeks of learning the state of California gave me a license I wasn’t quite sure
Whatever it was, I bet mine is a better story. My car is an old Chevy truck, a 1984 lifted Silverado C20 to be exact. It was my dad’s old ride, with peeling blue paint and a boat load of mechanical problems. Not to mention the $1500 in tires and rims that I just spent. But that doesn’t matter, I’m in love.
“Are you scared?” my uncle asked me. “Nope” I replied, trying to sound as brave as possible, even though on the inside I was petrified. Finally, it was our turn to go for a ride. As we climbed into the red colored, rusty old cart, I thought to myself, “There’s no turning back now.” The roller coaster rumbled to a start and we began chugging down the tracks. The wooden coaster rocked back and forth and I was panicking.
My mother drove me out to the parking lot. I went to the driver's seat, and my mother with terror deep in her heart, went to the passenger's side. Despite being absolutely terrified and completely unprepared, I began to drive. Turns out, I shouldn't have started driving at all. Not because I wasn't ready or I was too afraid to drive, but because I forgot to close the door to the car.
Without noticing, we had driven home after the movie and after about two hours, my dad had noticed the dent and asked me what had happened. I told him that my sister had hit the car when she was playing soccer in the street. That day, my sister got an earful of comments from my parents. I had felt bad and guilty for telling so many lies, but I didn’t want to lose my privilege of driving, so I had decided not to confess. Just a few minutes later, the police had arrived at our house along with the driver whose car we had hit.
She did not know where to sit when the bus had arrived. She thought if she sat in the front, it would make her look like a little kid. If she had sat in the middle, a stranger could possible sit next to her. As she go on the bus she just sat somewhere. She was sitting all by herself.