Driver's Seat Jos-Personal Narrative

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

It was a brisk foggy afternoon that was soon to turn to night. John had just waved by to all his friends at the party. It was a thirty minute drive home down some back roads in the country. Five minutes down the road it got dark and foggy, John was trying to get home as fast as he could safely. He was surrounded by open fields and corn fields on all sides. Then before he knew it his truck started to stall for an unexplainable reason. John immediately started to panic but tried to stay calm the best that he could. His truck came to a complete stop and there he was on a back road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that he could see in front of him was a mailbox with a long drive with cornfields on both sides. John had no other option in the world

On October 31, 2017, my mom expected me to be home by 12:00am. I was driving at night and noticed that I was only forty-five minutes away. I thought about taking a shortcut through the woods. The roads appeared to be working after being reconstructed. The only thing that caught my attention was a sign. I looked at the sign and noticed that I had to be careful of how I drive. I normally drive 60 mph on highways. Sometimes, I go faster than that. I took exit 240 to get home. Ten minutes later, another sign appeared. On this sign, it mentions construction ahead. Since the road was fine, I thought it would not matter. I drove straight down the road without being nervous. I suddenly had a phone call from my mother. She asked, “Where are you?” I told her that I was only ten minutes away.

It was the last day of our summer vacation in Dallas, Texas. After a week of scorching heat and sunburns, we were ready to head home. It was early in the morning and the sun was beginning to stretch its arms getting ready for the day. Our suitcases were packed and we began to get ready for the long trip back home to Michigan. We loaded the car filling every empty space in the trunk with luggage. As we finished, we got into the car and drove to the lobby of the hotel to return the keys from our rooms. All of us waited in the car besides my step father who went to check us out of the hotel. The rest of us stayed in the car waiting and eating the continental breakfast from the hotel. Once my family and I were all situated in the car as my dad began speaking. “I want to take you all somewhere before we leave,” he announced, looking into the rear-view mirror back at us. My brother and I weren’t acknowledging what he said and we continued the movie we were watching in the car assuming that he was taking us to visit another relative or a restaurant.

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

My first time driving was just last summer, when I started my job. I was driving with my dad around my neighborhood.I never drove before in my life, and my stomach turned inside out when he told me to get in the car. I never really felt that nervous in my life before. I probably said every swear word I know during that car ride. I knew this fateful day would come, I got in my little black beetle. I kind of knew the basics, but once I turned the car on, I knew nothing more. I think my dad assumed that I knew what the heck was going on. I looked at him, and I asked him what to do next. He quickly explained what to do, while I was processing that I was actually going to drive. I started my car and backed out of the driveway then began driving

My driver was traveling on Whitmore Avenue heading east approaching Moffat. As my driver started to slow down to make a left hand turn, there was a gas station to his right, where other vehicles had stopped to let other drivers enter and exit the gas station. My driver swerved to the left to avoid an accident and that’s when my driver was struck on the front passenger side wheel causing damage to the hub caps, and fender.

During the summer in June I finally went to worlds of fun. The trip there felt like the longest ride ever. We had five people in the car for three hours and it was June so it was a very hot day the day we drove up there. It was around 98 degrees outside and five people scrunched up in a car was bad. I could feel like droplets of sweat come from my head and drip down my face. I smelled the sweat in the car which just covered the entire car with funk. The windows in the car was rolled up and the A/C was on, and everyone was getting cranky. I could hear everyone in the car tossing back and forth trying to get comfortable but no one could. It was about as tight as a can of sardines.

As soon as I realized that the giant black truck wasn't going to stop, I slammed on the brakes. I don't mean I just put my foot on the brake. I’m telling you, all of my 120 pounds went into the brake, pressing it all the way down to the floorboard. As I still had my hands clinched, with a death grip around the steering wheel. Staying calm while in a situation that is not, in no way, easy. Keep in mind I only had a permit. I had only had the permit for a month. This was my first experience in an almost car crash. I’d never been put in a situation quite like this one. My heart about to beat right out my chest, my palms clammy and starting to loose feelings, my nerves shook, my brain rattled. I had no clue what to do. I had never been thought. All I can think of that I have good

The car ride over was one of the longest I have ever been in, answering questions and looking out of the window of the beat up red Honda truck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked "Since my mother died when I was five" I replied my voice thick with anxiety.We pulled into the drive way and he walked me to the door, sticking as lose to me as he could get. As we walked through the door and into the cramped living room I froze. Fear radiating off of me like heat from the sun, I tiptoed to my room Max following suit, careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. I should have known he would have ditched work that day. I ran in, packed up my things and we ran out. We peeled out of the driveway so fast my dad wouldn't have had the time to register

When I was Driving my four wheeler. I was driving the rocky road that leads to my barn, and I wasn't paying attention. I could feel that something bad was going to happen. Like I predicted the four Wheeler's right wheel stick was old and it snapped in half. It broke and turned right. It threw me off, and after that, that's when things start to get bad.

The car engine had a steady hum as I waited for my dad to enter the driver's seat. My sister-in-law was only eight months pregnant so I felt something was wrong when I was picked up early from school. The car ride to the hospital was the loudest silence I have ever heard. The sound of the wind as we flew down the winding highway was as loud as a train whistle. The sight of a gargantuan building protruding in the distance meant we were to arrive soon.