Personal Narrative: My First Experience Of Driving

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

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.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

My first time driving was just last summer, when I started my job. I was driving with my dad around my neighborhood.I never drove before in my life, and my stomach turned inside out when he told me to get in the car. I never really felt that nervous in my life before. I probably said every swear word I know during that car ride. I knew this fateful day would come, I got in my little black beetle. I kind of knew the basics, but once I turned the car on, I knew nothing more. I think my dad assumed that I knew what the heck was going on. I looked at him, and I asked him what to do next. He quickly explained what to do, while I was processing that I was actually going to drive. I started my car and backed out of the driveway then began driving

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.

The first taste of winter kissed the ground with a thin layer of ice. I had been driving myself to school since my sophomore year; however, the cold weather killed my minivan. Desperate to not ride the bus, I scrambled for my phone so I could call my friend in hopes she could give me a ride to school. Luckily, I caught her in enough time to catch a ride with her and her sister in their very old, over driven, Pontiac Grand Am. As I awaited her arrival, my mom came from her bedroom to notify me that the roads would be slick and to pass the message on to my friend who would be driving.

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

It was a foggy day, unusual for San Antonio. Our minivan was parked in the middle of a one-way road facing a steep slope. Try as he might, my father couldn't teach me to ride a bike. This was his last resort.

It all started when me and my dog were driving to my family reunion. In order to get there we had to take some backroads. I became lost after three hours of driving in what seemed like circles. I finally pulled over to look at a map. A small narrow road was nearby, so I tried to find it on the map. I eventually had an idea of my surroundings and began driving.

The day my mom told me she would let me drive her truck for the first time, could be explained as the most riveting moment of my life; moreover, it turned out to be the worst. Once I stepped into the drivers seat of our 1997, Toyota 4-Runner, I felt as if I was on top of the world. Soon enough, I started the truck and the smell of gas grumbled through the car as we started our way down our driveway. All I could think about was what was before me: the cloth seats rubbing up against my legs, my tight grip on the leather steering wheel, and my eyes focused on the road ahead. This moment was one in which I have been waiting for; on the contrary, this moment could have turned out better than it did.

On my way driving to my mother’s house on a Sunday afternoon, I was pulling up to a red light, a car was stopped in front of me, and another just to the left. As I was slowing my vehicle down, still watching the car in front of me, in order to stop at an appropriate distance away from the car. All of a sudden my father who was in the passenger side yells out my name. As I was paying attention to the car in front of me, on my right side a car came flying up in my blind spot without slowing down for the red light, eventually the car took over half of my lane, this all occurred just after my father yelled out my name. I reacted quickly to my father's cry out; however, I had already became close enough to the car that was directly in front of me, that I was unable to pull up anymore, I was incapable to proceed forward without causing a collision.

There I was down on the ground again, the brush of each sharp blade of grass against my face. “One more time” I said to myself, “I have to get it this time.” It all started at the beginning of summer when I was 6.. My parents had bought me a brand new blue bike with neon green lines along it. I knew I was going to enjoy it. There was one problem though, it had no training wheels. Instantly I knew this was going to be a challenge and I didn’t want to disappoint them by not riding it. I wanted to prove to both my parents and myself that I could accomplish this goal.

April 14th 2017, the day my life had changed. I never thought in a million years that I'd actually

When I was first learning how to drive, I made sure to be an attentive and studious driving student. I would pay attention to the long and drawn-out summer classes and, at home would take online practice tests religiously. I would legally practice driving with my parents at every opportunity I saw. So naturally with all my preparation for it, when the time finally came for me to take the driving test, I flew through it with ease. In the days following becoming a newly licensed driver I was astonished that my first car was not an Italian sports car as I had dreamed and asked for. As my parents quickly explained this was my first introduction to the real world and I was labeled as a risk to society regardless of my personal driving ability. My parents further explained the situation to me by showing me the numbers on the declaration page of my first auto policy. My age and gender were enough for the insurance company to predict how I would drive in the future, and they didn’t think I belonged in a sports car.

Today one of my dreams had come to reality and that was driving a car. Well