Day 1 Saturday June 4, 2016 - Huntington WV to Sweet Spring, MO - 630 miles This was a long day of driving. Left home at 7 a.m. and arrived at Sweet Springs, Missouri, at 7 p.m. Not pleasant driving either. Encountered drizzle and some heavy rain along the way and a traffic accident that cost us a half hour. We switched drivers every two hours. Driving through St. Louis was the worst, but we found a split from I-64 to I-70 even before we’d crossed the Mississippi. We swear it wasn’t there before. Used to have to stay on I-64 through downtown. It was nice to see the Arch and the old bridge up close, but it was tense driving, and if you weren’t quick you’d end up in the wrong lane and find yourself on a branch of I-64 that looped around out of the way. But even on Saturday the four-lane highway was really crowded. We longed for the wide open spaces and nearly deserted roads of the West. …show more content…
I-Exit is our favorite. It only works on interstates (not even in rest areas), but it lists everything available at each exit up ahead -- food, gas, hotels -- and even shows upcoming rest areas. It shows how far a restaurant is from the exit and which way to turn at the end of the ramp and the price of gas at each station. Trip Advisor is another favorite because it rates each restaurant and hotel based on reviews, which we’ve found to be pretty accurate. Sometimes we double-check it with Yelp. But we used Google the
Day 2 - Sunday June 5 - Sweet Spring, MO, to Dodge City, KS 418 miles
I hate driving. I have some trepidation about using that word but hate is due where it’s due. And I hate driving. It might have something to do with the fact that no matter how good a driver I am, my safety is still in the hands of some over-confident twenty-something who is texting, eating, and driving simultaneously. Or maybe it’s the environmentally driven guilt I have while pumping gas. Either way, I just really don’t like driving. But, it was driving that made me realize I felt like an ant. I was in the left turn lane on my way home from a hot afternoon of summer band. The little green traffic arrow lit up and, much like ants following the instruction of a pheromone, we swung our metallic bodies in the instructed direction of travel and
I attended adaptive driving program on November 12, 2015, which was hosted by Nicole White, OTR. It was called Evaluate, Train, Adapt, Can Mama Keep the Car Keys? I found this program very interesting. Plus I walked out with the impression that if I have any traumatic event occur in my life; I will never be able to drive again. The program seems very intensive, and the participants have to go through various steps to complete it. The driving service is for people that have had or is having a even occur to them to impact their ability to drive. This could be a spinal injury, dementia, traumatic brain injury, stroke, or an amputation. To begin the program, the person must receive a referral from their doctor. The first appointment involves
On a brisk Friday in November, I, along with my boyfriend, his mother, and their pet pomeranian, were settled in the back of a 2014 Chevy Malibu and prepared to depart for his brother’s abode in southern Illinois. Despite residing in the state alongside it, I was completely unfamiliar with Illinois and looking forward to seeing how the land might contrast from what I was familiar with. I had mentally depicted bustling cities and a nonexistent rural atmosphere, but was taken aback when the “Welcome to Illinois” sign passed us by in a flash and nothing but miles of uninhabited land followed it.
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
As my last class came to an end on that Thursday I could feel the excitement growing in me; spring break was starting! As I walked briskly to my truck I could feel a huge smile growing across my face. In less than twenty four hours I’d be on the road to granny and gripes in Louisiana with my best friend and I couldn’t be more excited! I had never really been out of Missouri unless it was military related and even then we didn’t get to adventure like I had always wanted to do. I’ve always loved driving and seeing new things in Missouri but now I get to drive through different states and see all of the beautiful scenery in Arkansas and Louisiana.
Finally I can learn how driving, been waiting to do this, good thing it’s the summer got learn how drive before school start. It shouldn't be that hard right? My dad told me it just like driving a go cart, so it should be cake.The only thing I'm worry about is getting on the highway, all the cars going fast just scared me. I'm going tell you my story about me learning how to drive for the first time.
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.
As I was on my way to work today, the car in front of me, suddenly made a stop for no reason. I was on the left lane, and there was truck on the right lane so I couldn’t switch lanes. Instead, I made a sharp turn on to the opposite lane, there wasn’t any cars. That was the dumbest thing that I had ever done, as driving on the opposite lane a car was driving real fast my direction. I stepped on the gas pedal so I could speed up and get back on my regular lane, but the driver that had suddenly stopped decided to step on the gas too. So, as I’m speeding up trying to switch lanes this guy isn’t letting me and the guy that’s heading my way is real close to colliding with me. At this point I’m scared, now I have two choices either I risk it speed
After our hour and a half drive that should a been two hours, we were in the city. Most of the lights in the sky were planes. Most of the skyscrapers managed to simultaneously look exactly the same and completely different. There was hundreds of cars on the road, and no one seemed to know how to drive. This was the city I
I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.
The day I learned how to drive which was really crazy nobody knows how I learned not even my parents except for me. It was a hit sunny day I was at my house just chillin like a villain and I saw the car parked outside in front of my house. I decided to try and drive so I walked over I opened the door.
I opened the doors and walked into the building where a young, peppy lady sat at the wooden desk in front of me and excitedly greeted me saying, “Hi! Can I have your name please?” It was the day of my driving test and my nerves are getting to me more than ever before. The words “Andrew Tenore,” came out in a sputtery mess. “Thank you, take a seat. Goodluck!” she called. There was a couple other people waiting with me, all with the same blank, distressed face as myself. As I sat there, for what felt like forever, I began to have thoughts about how this test could go.
1,000 miles. That’s all that’s been in my mind for the past couple of months, making me feel more nervous as July pulled closer and closer.
It was a beautiful, sunny summer day, I was riding the four-wheeler with my boyfriend, Chris. After returning to his house, a friend of ours called wanting us to come over for dinner. We took off on the motorcycle to their house, driving down Highway 53 towards Dawsonville. The sun was on our backs as we drove through the curvy roads, miles of forest on either side of the road. Being on a motorcycle was one of my favorite ways to travel, it was freeing and exhilarating.