Personal Narrative : Driving A Car

Of course, my first attempted drive a car was so funny. I remember the first time my mom took me, to show me how to drive. She gave me a brief explanation. She told me how to start the car, to use gas, to use break, and then she asks, “ Do you understand?” I replied “Yes.” I told her I am ready to drive. We were quiet for half a minute. Then, she changed me on driver side. I prayed. I started to drive the car. It was good for the past five minutes. I felt like I got confidence. I

I always wanted to drive because it looked fun so my fifteen-year-old self-decided to take measures in my own hands if I wanted to be in the driver’s seat, and that what I did. I searched for good drivers-ed places and I finally did find one after a few clicks here and reading some reviews, Seattle 911. As I was on their website I saw their prices and man was that a jaw dropping moment the prices were like donating a leg

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

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

The roar of the engine, the wind in your hair these represent the freedom of owning your first car. I learned how to drive in our cow pasture when I was only ten years old, and after that I dreamed of the day that I would have my very own car. I was so excited to get and drive my own car, little did I know that my dream would come crashing down.

My first time driving was on a Saturday morning in an empty school parking lot. My father forced me to drive a large 2006 Chevrolet Tahoe in the lanes between the parking spaces. I was terrified, as it was such a new experience for me. It only lasted fifteen minutes, but I told my parents that I never wanted to drive again. I was convinced that I would never be good at it, no matter

Driving has been one of the most useful inventions that have been created since the 1930’s, but it hasn’t been until recently that it has become one of the most dangerous creations. We all are guilty of looking at our phone when we hear the buzz, or changing the song because it doesn’t meet your expectation. We are all lucky that when we cave into those negative behaviors that we are not the face on the news that was included in a five car pile-up on the freeway, but when we do see that on the new the most common thought is “That can’t happen to me”. Driving is an important skill that is learned in the teen years, but it shouldn’t be the only skill they learn. If we all want to have a safe ride to work, home, or just around the block, then the realization of not being the only person on the road becomes vital.

The months of preparation had finally paid off, I had finally earned my driver’s license. On that fateful day it had seemed like the best thing in the world, eventually it would become just another task that I could complete successfully. Eventually, driving would become repetitive and the larger the vehicle, the more I would enjoy driving it. As I got better at driving, the time that I spent driving became greater and greater.

There was always that one dream, a dream you wondered hours about when it would become true, one thought of you accomplishing it would make twinges of excitement flow through your body. Ever since my dad got me Need for Speed on my Xbox 360 for my 8th birthday, I have wanted to drive a real car. As a child, I would always yell at my dad to go faster. At that point of my life, everything was an ongoing race and thus, speed was the key. I had always begged my dad to let me steer the car but as always, I had gotten a disappointing answer. Finally, it was all a dream, turning 18, and getting a driver's license. How cool was it to drive your own car and go wherever you want? It was a whole new level of freedom and finally, after 18 years of dreaming

Have you ever been stuck in a car for what seems like forever? Well, this is my tale of when it felt like I was in a car for 3 hours.

One August Tuesday the driving test came; I suceeded, but blind spots made it uncomfortably close. I received a reward in the leeway this gave me as I went to and from youth group. Instead of being dropped off early and picked up late due to my parents awkward schedule, I was free. Later that week I drove to a homeschool cross country team for a practice. All through the season, I drove to and from practices and races. When drove I could have taken the direct route home, but I choose a scenic route. Winding over the back country road had a sort of therapeutic impact on me; sometimes I choose to stop on a hill overlooking a town and

My sophomore year of high school was the year I knew I needed a job if I wanted a car—and I really wanted a car. My town had an Agway, a supply store for farmers and gardeners, which I did not know much about but was eager to learn. So I filled out an application and within that week I was called in for an interview. After that I had my first job.

The ability to drive to me means, that you are capable of following the state driving rules. Almost anyone could drive a car, even a 10 year old. However, safety is another important part of the ability to drive. Therefore, if a person is not safe on the road, then they should not be driving such as, a 10 year old. Each person should also have the skills in which they can operate a car safely. Good vision, the ability to concentrate and reflexes are some important things to have to operate a vehicle safely. I think there are many things which can affect a person’s driving such as, alcohol, drugs, tiredness, cell phones, eyesight and sometimes age. These factors can be very dangerous when combined with driving. They can cause slower reaction times, sleepiness, poor

Then Carl came over and we started talking. Then we tried two alternate Wicket awesome. One was made with Vanilla and one was made with Snickers. The Vanilla one was a smooth drink. It was like drinking a beer with ice cream it was delightful. The Snicker one thou was a miss. It sorta tasted too flat for me. You could taste the nuts in it. It ended my day on a down note as far as beers goes.

Well, driving a car is a fun and an easy task for most of the people, but for me it is a very challenging and difficult task. I say that, because I was so excited to drive a car, but it is just a fact of life, that things don't always work out as planned. I passed the permit test, and the next day I went outside with my brother to start driving. Imagine with me, the first time you move the steering wheel, step on the gas and brake pedals. Not even a five minutes passed, I confused which pedals I have to hit to stop the car, instead of hitting the brake pedal, I stepped on the gas pedal very hardly end up me with a minor car crash. The praise of God, nothing happened to me or to my brother; just I got a ticket and the front light bulbs of