Personal Narrative: Driving While Driving

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.

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 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

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

Nearly 1,000 crashes involving 16- and 17- year old drivers end up in fatalities while driving. You may find it interesting, but 16% of the under-20 age group was the highest percentage of distracted drivers. Answering texts takes away your attention for about five seconds. That is enough time to travel the length of a football field! People have tried many different tactics to help fight drowsiness behind the wheel. These include; opening the windows or turning on the air conditioning. Also, listening loudly to the radio or CDs and drinking caffeine. WELL, this is my story.

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.

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

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

Thanks for researching the car for me. I did not think it would be much, but I was hoping it would be worth $3,000. My parents told Cora she could have the car and if they sold the farm for a good price they would have it restored enough to drive. The farm has not sold, and my parents and then my mother has given her enough money already the past two or three years. Not to air out my family problems but you are probably used to that by now. I am sure I have given you the information you could have done without knowing. My daughter fell in love with a lazy jerk about two years ago. She quit her job and moved in with him and his mother an hour and a half south of us to a small town that is in the middle of nowhere. The closest town has two colleges,

At approximately 2300 hours I heard a loud crash somewhere outside of my apartment building. I went out on the patio, looked around outside and saw a car stopped by the east entrance gate. I went outside to the gates and saw a black SUV stopped in the driveway, just inside the entrance gate. The car had a flat right front tire and damage to the right front quarter panel. I then looked at the entrance gate and saw the gate had been broken off its hinges and stuck in the open position. The reflective cross bar was stuck in the down position.

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.

In 1992, I graduated from high school. After graduation, I had a conversation with my dad concerning HIS truck. He mentioned that HIS truck was off limit and I need to buy a vehicle if I want to drive. He expounded on the concept that I need to step up, take responsibility and earn an honest living. I worked during the summer and later purchased l a 1980 Oldsmobile from a retired couple. I really like that car however; it needed a ton of work. My dad volunteered to help fix all repairs. His teaching methods was yelling and telling me too move out of the way youngster. Twenty years later, my sister’s son asked for help to repair his car. I thought about my dad’s method and how could I improve and also build a closer relationship. I immediately

I agree, the first situation in your post would be the best solution. Almost, 10 years ago my husband was driving our car from the Naples Grape Festival. The roads from Canandaigua to Naples has blind spots on the hills. My mom just purchased that car for us through an auction, so I had just put the basic insurance on it. I didn’t have the Comprehensive. Anyways, there were 4 cars stop at the bottom of a hill, the first car waiting to turn left. We drove up the hill and by the time my husband could see down the hill, he slammed into the last car in the line. It was a nightmare. Even though we both had insurance, our car wasn’t covered in the accident. It was an $8,000 lesson I learned that day. I was just thankful no one in either car was badly

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.