Personal Narrative Of My Driver

On July 22nd I was driving North on Lambert Road in Glen Ellyn about to make a left onto Roosevelt Road. I was in a Enterprise Car Share vehicle that is a 2012 silver Toyota Yaris. As I approached Roosevelt Road there was another vehicle in which case it was a black Toyota. This Toyota sideswiped me as the driver said she was distracted and did not notice my car in the left turning lane as she was in the right lane trying to get over. After looking at her vehicle it appeared most of the damage came from her driver side mirror and right above the rear driver side tire on the black Toyota. Therefore it damaged the passenger side of the Enterprise Car Share vehicle.

Driver two, said she was traveling north on North Roxboro Road when vehicle three came into her lane causing her to drift to the right. She advised she struck the left rear fender of vehicle one which was

Driver #2 was contacted at the scene. He was traveling s/b on Aviation Street. At about 30 mph when the other vehicle suddenly came across the road onto his side. He applied the brakes but could not stop before the other vehicle hit him. He thinks he hit the steering wheel with his face. He was not wearing his seat

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

Investigation revealed that the vehicle 1 was travelling on Route 130 South when light turned red on Renaissance East Blvd. Vehicle 1 failed to stop, lost control, swerved to right, and struck traffic light stand on Renaissance Blvd along with Telephone Pole # 71217. As result, the vehicle spun around and its passenger side struck Telephone Pole # 8032NBW and came to a rest on a turning lane on Renaissance Blvd East. Driver stated that he pressed his brake to stop for the red light when his brake failed to work properly; he swerved his steering wheel right to avoid collision with vehicle in front, lost control of his vehicle and struck the Traffic control pole. Driver 1 had laceration on his left ear, bleeding and complaint of neck pain. First

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.

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 was driving blind tucked in the seat of a tank with only my head peaking out. We had our lights of for tactical purposes and my section leader, staff sergeant Watkins was up top with a pair of night vision goggles directing me over the head set. The brisk night air rushing across my face was the only indication that we made any headway into the night. The emptiness absorbed even the ground rushing by closest to me. Only the occasional rabbit fleeing from beneath the rampaging behemoth broke the stillness of the inky surface. Stretched out across the landscape like fingers lurching forth from some abysmal hand hidden in the sky our platoon wheeled forward. Unilaterally wielding this hand was our first sergeant Gargard.

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

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

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,

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.

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.

Everyone has been through that time in their life when they're in their mid-teens, and start to obtain new privileges and responsibilities like driving for the first time, and or getting a first real job. One might sound dull, and boring, but the other is something every teen cannot wait to experience, but unluckily for me my first driving experience wasn't so great. A couple months back, I was in my auto technical class, and the class, and I were doing our day to day shop work when my instructor came up to me, and said he needed a car moved so we can check it out. He handed me the keys no questions asked most likely because I had neglected to tell him I haven't even gotten my permit yet. So me and my buddy ran to the car with excitement and I hopped into the driver side assuring my friend I knew what I was doing after he’d asked me about three times. I put the vehicle in drive and it started to move at that moment I realized I didn't know to hold the brake down and ended up colliding with the truck in front of us.

As a driver my responsibilities were to pick up and deliver mail to our clients along with getting to know them and ensuring that they are receiving excellent service from our business. As a driver I worked independently with little Supervision. I was required to pick up or deliver mail at specified times and locations. To obey all traffic laws. I also worked with clients on schedule changes, questions and complaints. Any complaints were resolved in a timely manner ensuring our clients are receiving excellent service. Daily reports of activity were completed at the end of the work