An Unforgettable Incident

I struggled so much when learning to drive, I didn’t think I would ever be able to get my license. Everytime I go out and drive something different would always go wrong. I would get too caught up in the freedom of driving and listening to the blaring music that I would forget something. When I first started I wouldn’t think it would ever be this hard because my parents make it look so easy. When I was fifteen I was learning how to drive, but I kept struggling with a couple different aspects of driving. Eventually after I kept practicing I was able to perfect the art of driving, and come closer to becoming an adult.

I was 10 years old when I began to drive on my own and was 16 years old when I first drove by myself. It was great and one of the best things to ever happen in my life. When I was a little child I would be sitting in my mom or dads lap holding on to the steering wheel because I couldn’t reach the gas petal. As I was getting older my dad started teaching me how to drive by myself. The first time I did it by myself I didn’t know how to make the car go forward or backwards.

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I took another deep breath and went back around one last time. This time my mom got out of the car to look from the outside. I came around the corner and went through my memorized steps of parallel parking. After I finished my mom came to the window and exclaimed, “That was great! But can we go home now?”

Most people remember the first time they got to sit behind the wheel of a car and the exhilarating feeling of control. The first time I drove came about in the final lap of the derby I raced in the summer before my freshman year of high school. The race took place in Daley Plaza in Chicago on a sunny Saturday afternoon. My team and I were filled with excitement and nerves as we prepared to begin the race. Everyone chose me to drive as our final driver, and the thought of potentially driving to secure our victory terrified me. Soon the race started and we were swept away in the first three crazy laps and the intense challenges. Finally, Aastha pulled up to our pit and scrambled out of the car to complete the challenge. I quickly threw on the

The cold water from condensation went through my glove as I wiped the seat. I thought to myself, “What a stupid choice. My gloves are now wet and I have a ten-minute ride home so they will likely freeze“. Then the warmth of the sun hit me. The clouds had cleared and offered up from behind the wall which it had been hidden, my favorite object−the sun! I had not seen it for almost two weeks and to feel the warmth on the back of my neck was a much needed mental boost. The wonderful heat, cut like a hot knife through butter, and helped the humidy level go

Mrs. Anderson had her driver’s license at the age of 19 years old and reminisced of gasoline then being 23 cents a gallon. She told the story of learning to drive with much humor. Her father had been attempting to teach her regularly from the time she was a little child by holding her on his lap and guiding her to steer. By the time she was 12 years old, she could barely reach the pedals, but she could

We were in the car on our way to the Baseball game. It was pretty hot outside, 90 degrees or so. We were going 60 miles an hour down I-55. Dad and I hadn’t really talked until Litchfield, but when traffic completely stopped, we had nothing to do but talk. “So what did you do this week?”Dad asked. Of course it was the summer, so I hadn’t done anything in the past week, so I just

As he started telling me the first steps when getting into your vehicle ,me so desperately wanting to just hit the road I ignored all of his instructions ,thinking I had the car in reverse I pushed the gas pedal.The next few seconds turned into minutes as I can hear my dad yelling ,"Brake,Brake ! .I opened my eyes and can see my bike in between the car and wall in front of me,"Well I did need a new bike ". Knowing what I had done I tried turning the awkward moment into humor . The same night for dinner nothing but silence came from the family dining room .I quickly ate my dinner and asked if it was ok for me to be excused .I went upstairs layed on my bed and thought about the events that occured that night ,and I knew I had no chance on asking my father for another chance on driving. The next morning I woke up to chattering and laughter coming from the kitchen .I went downstairs to check it out , it was my parents with both of their suitcases on the kitchen floor . I asked " What's going on "? My mother looked at me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said ,"It's our anniversary and we're going on a cruise to the Bahamas". I looked shocked as I glanced around the kitchen floor looking for my suitcase

I opened the car door and stepped out. "Are you okay?" My Driver 's Education teacher asked.

In the past my father had always seemed to be a decent driver, only because he was never pulled over when I was in the car with him. Thus, as far as I witnessed, he was never punished for the way he drove. Unlike the reinforcement in the form of praise from my father when I drove with him previously, my driving instructor did not reinforce my driving mistakes. When it came to my dad, it was difficult not to model much of his behavior, as I was an inexperienced driver and, thus, believed my father’s driving was always accurate.

He looks at me and says,” we are going to the school and look at your wreck.” I get into his red Toyota Corolla and we head off to Croatan high school it was a quiet trip no radio was on just silence. We get to the school we park behind my wrecked car and we both get out of the car I get out his tool bag out of the trunk. My dad starts looking at the car and figured out what happened without me explaining what happened. So we started figuring out how we get the bumper free from the metal frame and after about 20 minutes of fight it we cut out some of the light wiring holding the lights in. It came off 10 minutes later with a lot of pulling it surprisingly we didn’t break the bumper more than it already was. I throw the bumper into the trunk I ask my dad, “Do you think I will be okay driving without any headlights.” He replies,” No you would get pulled over very quick.” I reply,” How do you want me to get this home.” Which he said, “well you’re going to go slow and I will follow right behind you with my flashers on.” So I said, “okay” and started my car and started to leave and head home. All I could say after this is do not get into wrecks it’s not

It was not often that I had a few hours to slip away and return to that beloved spot under my favorite pair of trees. That day I had packed my hammock, a thermos full of jasmine tea, and the book that had been gathering dust on my shelf for months. I hopped in my car and drove the relaxing forty-seven minute journey (I had narrowed it down to the exact minute since I had driven there so many times). I stepped onto that familiar turf wearing my favorite jacket; it was a little more brisk than most would consider to be the perfect autumn afternoon, but I disagreed. The crisp, dry air was refreshing, cleansing. I needed to clear my head.

Every teenager dreams about turning sixteen and earning their drivers permit. I received my permit on my sixteenth birthday and earned my license six months after. Due to my responsible behavior and driving habits, my parents trusted me with a car. A couple months before my seventeenth birthday, we picked out the perfect car for me. There was one major obstacle. It was a manual transmission. I wanted a stick shift because not everyone can drive it and it was different. Only having one year driving experience, I didn’t know how to drive a stick shift. Being sixteen and receiving my first car was a marvelous feeling, not knowing how to drive it was another. This left me motivated to learn how to drive it rapid but flawless.

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