Personal Narrative: A Lifetime Driving

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,

It all started on Diamond Hill Rd it was a cold and dark night, my brother and I was riding our bikes. Since I had just learned to ride my bike, my parents did not want me to ride on the road. The street he drove on had cars that would ride through there all the time. My brother and I were riding down the road with our neighbors on our bike when a dark blue suv started backing up, and I was ahead of everyone because they kept on stopping to talk to each other, so I slammed right into the car and flew far.

I thought I would have had it all figured out after my first accident. Those memories that were given to me that day still haunt me today. I can recall a rush jolting through my body to hurry to the rehabilitation center, which in hindsight should have been a normal walk due to the injury I was currently recovering from. As I sprinted to my red 2002 Nissan Xterra with a paint job that was badly singed by the sun’s radiation, the final bell went off and hordes of juniors and seniors were on my tail, rushing to their cars as well. It was already bad given my current state but what must be done must be done. I then gave it all I could with an adrenaline fueled rush and made it to my car, (granted that I am not the most defensive driver as I tend to get to my next destination in a more swift manner). Covered in a pool of sweat and with little to no time to spare, I made it out of school grounds to no surprise of catching myself immersed in pain as the adrenaline left my body. Luckily, the pain faded away as I was overcome by the cool breezes of the California air, relaxing slow jams , and being able to cruise through the streets. This great euphoria came to an abrupt stop, it was not for the way I was driving but a certain feeling in my gut that comes only before disaster strikes. Not only did my mental delight cease but so did my ability to cruise once I turned onto the freeway running into “Rush Hour” traffic. Nothing more than hundreds of automobiles in all directions ranging

Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

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

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.

That same summer, after my father got home from work a little early, he allowed me to ride the mow. Since the yard was already mowed the day before, I utilized this opportunity to practice my epic passion of becoming a NASCAR race car driver. My mother thought it was a little unusual that I aspired to the feeling of speed that is typically a dream that young boys have. Speed made me feel like I was the empress of the road and like I would arrive at my destination faster than anyone else, even though my destination lacked a beginning and end. The prior Christmas, I remember that my father purchased my sisters and I remote-controlled vehicles. Both of my sisters received a car each while I received a truck, a vehicle that can knock all other

Many of my friends seem to be in no rush to get their driver’s license, with many of their 16th birthdays passing by without even mention of beginning to drive. I, on the other hand, viewed my driver’s license as the next step in becoming an adult. After all, becoming a licensed driver entails much more than getting to avoid daily bus rides to school. In my family, the extra independence comes with an equal amount of responsibility.

As May came to an end and the temperature started to warm up, but winter’s presence lurked. Seventeen years old, too old to be without a license, I was almost finished with my junior year of high school. Since my parents wanted to be certain I was well prepared and had enough experience under my belt to be driving alone on the open road, a learner’s permit was in my possession for far longer than the required time. All the requirements to take the license test were exceeded and I was thoroughly prepared. It was now time for me to validate my skills on the official test course. However, obtaining my license proved difficult, but resilience in the face of failure cultivated success.

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.

Drivers Ed is almost done for me. Hallelujah! It’s not that I don’t like the class itself or the teacher, it’s just the fact that it is twice a week for three hours. I understand that we have to have a total of 30 hours in the classroom, but that’s so long! It takes up a lot of time that I could spend doing other things, such as going to practice for the musical.

My hands were gripped so tightly to the wheel that they started to sweat, I put pressure on the gas pedal and drove off. It had been a long hard soccer practice. Constant running and jumping and my legs were exhausted. I opened the door of my dad’s BMW and jumped into the backseat with my younger brother Oliver. Beginning to take off my soccer cleats and shin guards, I was telling my dad about how cool my learner’s permit looked and felt. We were going home our usual route on K7 highway when all of the sudden my dad exited the highway onto College Boulevard. Oliver and I turned to look at each other, wondering why he was going home a different way. My father turned around and said, “Hop in the driver’s seat Jos.”

The best thing to do before you get in a car is make sure you wear your seatbelt! If I would of had mine on my head probably wouldn’t of went in the windshield. I was just happy that it wasn’t as worse as I thought it was gonna be. This accident will be one that I will never forget during my lifetime. They always say some things always happen for a reason so we’ll never know why.