Blinker Broken Essay

Being stuck in traffic is not a fun thing to do, nor do I wish this upon anyone. It is one of the most annoying and frustrating things for me. July 4th of 2009 is one day I

Many aggressive driving traits occur because someone isn't carefully paying attention to the road. As a result, they are surprised when driving conditions change, get afraid, and fly into a "flight or flight" mode, where everyone is an enemy.

According to the results from the 2009 AAA Foundation’s Traffic Safety Culture Index published on April 2009 and accessed on May 16, 2016, “78 percent of respondents rated aggressive drivers as a serious or extremely serious traffic safety problem. However, many of the same people reported driving in ways that could be classified as aggressive.”

Hours after driving in the region of the Panama City Beach strip, I decided that we should go back home. Since my friend drove the largest part around the strip, he let all the driving to me. It was around 1:30 am. I was heavy-eyed, but not sleepy enough in order to impair my driving skills. My friend was guiding me the way home since I was not as familiar with it as he was, but some how due to the darkness of the night, I passed the street that I was supposed to turn, and it lead us to about 20 minutes off the schedule we had planned.

The teen was swerving in and out of traffic, when a nearby vehicle noticed he had been drinking. The person called 911, and police were already on the way to the scene before the actual accident took place. The driver make a drastic lane change without using his blinker and ran off the road into a tree. Neighbors were startled by the loud crash and made calls to 911 as well.

As soon as we got in our cars we pulled out fast. I had my friend in the passenger seat putting in the location on gps as we pull off. We are driving down Broadway fast (speed limit 40) I'm going 55 mph making my way up to 60 mph swerving, cutting through lanes, windows rolled down, playing loud music not paying attention to anything on the road cause i was eager to get to the destination first . Then I look into my rearview i see Ester behind me and she's coming up slowly. she passes me and “I'm thinking oh no, no way she's not getting there before me.” She passes with a yellow light and i'm speeding going even faster to catch up. As soon as I hit the intersection the light turns red but that didn't stop me cause i didn't care at the moment. We kept on going till we got to Tanque verde.

I rolled down my window a few inches and told them I would not be exiting my vehicle. The taller man wanted to fight me and kept screaming curse words at me, and his shorter friend repeated everything he said. The men were angry because Austin, Micah, and the other cars were speeding down through their road. I kept trying to move my car forward, but the men cursed at me and told me not to move. Austin's truck was about a hundred yards in front of me and I saw that he was reversing, because he saw that we were stopped. Once Austin arrived, the ruffians left my car and told Austin that he should not be speeding down their road. They were worried that kids could be hurt by an accelerating car. The shorter man wanted to fight Austin, and the men threatened Austin by saying that they would shoot him if he ever came back down their road. After both guys finished talking to Austin, they came back to my car yelling profane words and insults at me. Once they finished, the guys started walking back to their trailer and we drove off. It was one of the most intense situations I have ever been in. My adrenaline was pumping and I was afraid for my life. The caravan of vehicles drove back to Austin’s house and we relayed our stories between each other. I then came to realize Lambert Road was not a planned trip, it was a directionless

I started to appreciate my family and friends who were able to give me rides when I needed them more and I began to give rides to others when they needed one. Once I started driving by myself, I discovered how easy it is to become distracted when driving. I learned to be a defensive driver I needed to think about what I was doing while driving, watch other drivers and be prepared to react to their driving at the same time; subsequently, my views on the difference between a defensive driver and non-defensive driver changed after I started to drive. For this reason, my perception of other drivers became more judgmental after I received my license since I started to notice the mistakes that other drivers were

I told the driver he would never get any response from that side, pursuing it in the manner that he was. He told me that he didn't ask me, and that I needed to shut my damn mouth. I responded with " be careful driver,

“Well, I believe that’s my cue.” I said standing up. “I’ll see you detectives later. Officer, lead the way.”

In other cases, I was driving on freeway to Los Angles. There is a car driving too slowly in front of my car. That car drove more slowly than the flow of traffic. I decided to change lane and passed that vehicle instead of honking at him/her.

The Chief then began to start in the direction of Tom while stating, “Tom Williams you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Sara Scott.”

Some drivers in this sea of horrible ones seem to be retaining good driving habits. Just the other day I needed to turn into a store off of a two-lane road and a kind gentleman let me into the parking lot, by stopping short of the driveway. Most people with little cars have no idea how much more room it takes to swing a bus or truck when turning most

I turn around for the millionth time, “Why are you following me?” I asked. He replied with a familiar squeaky voice “Because I wants to and I’m bored.” Great, now I’m being

On 11/08/2016 I made a northbound turn from the far right westbound lane on Holt Blvd. I drive a 1992 faded red colored Ford Mustang. It was mid-dusk at 4:30pm as this was before the time change and nights came earlier. I was in the right turn lane 4th in a queue behind a four door Pontiac which was behind a white U-Haul type moving truck that was obstructing the view of the first vehicle. The moving truck was the type with the high cargo hold that averages 12 feet from concrete to top of the truck. My car has a seat height that prevented me from being able to see the lights of the intersection until it had made its turn. I am unaware of the state of the light upon it making its turn, but I would find out later that another officer