My Trip On The Car

Shattering snowfall of glass surrounded my form with the offending rush of cold air resembled a blizzard; the scent of alcohol now strangled my nose and throat. Blinding lights of neon signs complimented the dark night of the cold fall nights of Telegraph Rd.. However, the chilled air was not able to breach the inside of the warm car that held us; my sister, father, and myself, with the soft music of gospel quietly played. Inevitably, our peaceful serenity was interrupted by the commotion of a semi-truck swerving behind us. Right lane. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane. This behavior became the focus of my father as he was trying to drive us home safely that night. Cautious steering became useless in a single damning moment; our car swerved, my sister wailing, father’s muffled exclamations, and the protruding smell of beer. Thankfully, my body was unscathed; however, the way I envisioned the world changed drastically.

My first trip to Disney World, now that, that was a memorable trip. That trip was one of the most magical and happiest memories of my life. It was back in 2008, I had just turned 6 years old a few months before we left to go there. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. I remember being so bored on the way there because I am an only child so I didn’t have anyone to entertain me besides myself. My mom’s side of the family went on this trip with us, and at the time I was the only grandkid, and the only kid at all. So once we finally were almost there I remember passing the big ‘Welcome to Disney World” sign and being so excited I peed my pants--my mom was pretty mad, but my dad thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t get in too much trouble.

One of the most important events that happened in my life was just recently, and that was buying my second car. This thought process was in the making for quite a while, considering that I was getting tired of taking my silver Hyundai Elantra in the garage every four months for repairs. For that reason, it made sense that it was time for a new car or a used one, I did not care which all I cared about was that it had to be a manual transmission. In addition, the fact that I outright hate going car shopping, I put it off and off until this past January. Since my mom had surgery that month, she was home and could go car shopping for me, well searching on the computer shopping. Since she was doing that, I did not have to worry about it and she knew what I wanted for a car.

I climbed on a low brick wall that had crumbled over time. My eyes roamed over the graffiti and my hands couldn't help but rub against the cracks and ridges that had been there for far too long. A few spare weeds dryly coughed in the air. My impatient hands tightened against the cold structure involuntary. "There you are!" I heard a voice over the stammering of feet. I twisted around to find the caller. He was just another face in pushing and pulling in the tide of people. "Over here!" He shouted again. My eye caught hands frantically brushing the sky with his fingertips. I pushed through the stampede. "Where have you been all day? I couldn't find you at lunch." Ross (that was his name, right?) guided me through the crowded parking

As time seemed to slow down around me, I saw things I never thought I’d see. Because of our speed, I saw how the tail end of our car would swing out far enough to hit the small hatchback, injuring the mother and teenager in the front seats. I also saw the bullet fired from the NYPD police cruiser behind us, the glass from the passenger window seemingly floating in mid-air, as it just barely missed my lifelong “friend.” But as time around me slowed, I did the worst thing possible; I thought.

It was the summer before college around February. When I got my first car, a 2001 Honda Civic This car was something special to me because not only was it my first car but it has yet to break down on me. I've had a little issues here and there, but it gets me where I need to go. One day I went over to my dads to get my brakes fixed and I had the perfect breaks afterwards. But it wasn't installed 100% correctly. On one of my front brakes he forgot to put a brake pad in between the rotaries and the metal. So it was being chewed out because metal was rubbing against metal. The sound of the metals rubbing together was like a cannonball being scraped on concrete. So about a month after the excruciating noise I decided to stop by tires plus to

Fear climbed up my spine as I watched his irate eyes glare back at me through the middle mirror from the driver’s seat. He drove roughly swaying from side to side on a road whose speed limit was 50 mph. It was only a matter of time until he whipped his steering wheel abruptly to the right, into a primarily empty ditch, with the exception of a few parked vehicles.

I was fearful as the car seemed to be traveling much too fast to be considered safe. As our car passed over the crest of the hill and down towards a left curve, our tires lost traction, and the road became a glass plate. We slid left across the water, hydroplaning as we neared the shoulder. Our tires touched the gravel on the roadside, and our car spun down into the bowl like median with thick trees in our path. The car spun three times, then shuddered as the side was crumpled in by a large pine. The window to my right imploded as crystalline stars filled my vision and the world slowed down, then blacked

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

It was sudden. Everything was moving forward in slow motion, as if someone kept pushing the pause button on a T.V. remote. Then the play button was pushed. I hit the seat in front of me and started spinning. Everything stopped and was quiet. The seconds moving along an eternity each time. Knowing that I was just in a car wreck scared me more than I possibly could’ve imagined. The silence was only deepening my worries as my door was opened abruptly. It was my sister, Karolana, who had sat in the passenger seat in front of me. She looked like she was saying something, but she wasn’t talking to me. My heart felt like it was racing one-hundred miles an hour, which didn’t help me in this situation. I wanted to sit down, for the scene to stop spinning,

As rain showers down onto the windows, I walk through the empty corridor with a small frown on my aged, scarred face. The wooden door at the end was my destination, and from the other side I could barely hear the sounds of a business partner my age frantically calling for help on his phone; yet, to no avail. Anyone who would have helped him already got paid a visit by me. When I arrived at the end of the corridor, I began to think back to everything that lead up to this moment. Thoughts of why I was doing this circulated through my mind as everything came back to me in a flash.

Dear diary,I was on my way to my car to get my pen to write in my journal, when I heard a big bang, and a gust of dirt coming toward me. I ran as fast as I could into the nearest building. When the storm of dust settled down I ran outside and saw that the park was gone. Everything was gone. Everybody incinerated, it is like these people never existed.

A body rolled. Sparks rained like the rays of light through the trees; when the vehicle met concrete. Adrenaline coursed throughout my veins. A frightened and confused response was given. My face was written in anguish as I noticed the strange figure through the back window. An endangered chord was sung out of fear, ensued from my sister. A single sound ringed throughout the noise of chaos.

The four-way stoplight to enter the highway was now in sight and I sped up to make the green light. I was rapidly approaching the stoplight and when it suddenly turned red causing me to step even harder on the gas pedal in an attempt to make it through the light. Within the blink of an eye, I felt a sudden impact and my car began to spin out of control. I felt the walls of my car collapsing in on me as my whole body jolted forward and then quickly jolted back while my seatbelt kept me restrained. I found myself, a sitting duck, as the sound of screeching breaks roared from behind me like a lion protecting his young.

The first time i drove a car it did not end well for both me and my friend. The first time i drove i went to my friends house and we had nothing to do so we got really bored so we asked her dad if we could take his car and drive around because she lived in the country and there was just back roads so we wouldn't get caught by the cops because we didn't have our licenses or our temps. So he let us take his car we we were driving around for about an hour before we found a turtle on the road. So i have this big obsession with turtles and we didn't want it to die so we stopped in the middle of the road and picked up the turtle. Well i wasn't the one driving my friend was. So we picked up the turtle and brought it in the car and i didn't want to gold it because i was