Personal Narrative On Driver

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.

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 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

You may have asked why I started with that saying but just imagine an elephant sitting on you it would probably be heavy right? Well that’s how felt on cold morning knowing what I had to do and if I don’t do it right the first time five more elephants would have been sitting on me.

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

Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I

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.

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

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 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

We normally go to the creek and ride in the rocks and water. We would try and not get stuck. Then we just drove back to the house and rode around there on the road. Then we would go on the “trail” they have at the house on their land. It was super fun, I was in the passenger and Chloe was the driver. We were going around on the normal trail. We had boys behind us on the 4-wheelers and on a dirt bike. The trail includes going in their pond that is empty to ramp off the side, then around the yard. Well this time around we decided to go off a different side of the pond. As we were going up it, Chloe pushed the gas instead of the break. We went flying, all i could think was “Oh my gosh.” I had so much shock and adrenaline I didn't feel anything. I wasn't really there, until we ran over the fence. Chloe and I just looked at each other. She asked “Are you okay?” And she started freaking out and cried. She had her brother go get her parents and told me “To stay seated.” But I wanted to get up because I had blood all on my legs. I didn't really know where it was coming from. I just knew I didn't want to sit there. So I got up out of the rzr, and got over the fence. Then started walking towards the house. By that time, her step dad brought his truck over there to bring anyone

We spun out onto the shoulder next to the turnpike’s median strip. I knew I couldn’t slam on the brakes without killing us, so my only option was to try to steer us in a straight path uniform with traffic. I fought the steering wheel to keep us in line, but the left wheels were sinking into the frame of the car. It seemed to pull left, and if I kept going like this we would cross the island between the lanes and enter oncoming traffic. I continued my brawl with the wheel, and just as I was starting to gain some control, the left tires blew out. The car turned sideways and it was then that mom started to scream. We started to skid and I tried with all my might to turn the steering wheel, but the drag of the blown out tires were too much. Mom’s scream rang steadily in my ears and I wondered how she scream for so long. As the nose of our car protruded into the opposite lane, an oncoming car struck the exposed area. I was thrown against the steering wheel and then into my mother’s lap. Dazed, I stretched out my left hand and used the steering wheel to right myself. Mom

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.

then approached the vehicle driver’s side of the vehicle and noticed the two children. I noticed they were both covered in blood and Genesis Freeman was placed face down in the lap of Serenity Freeman. I could see the driver’s window was partly down and a pack of New Port cigarettes were on the ground next the rear door. I also noticed a child sock was on the ground on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. A child shoe was also located on the ground prior to the vehicle. I then proceeded back to my vehicle and was advised by Sergeant P. Orellano to escort Tillman Freeman III to Hoke County Sheriff’s Department. Detective J. Figueroa and I then followed a Hoke County Deputy to the Sheriff’s Office to interview Tillman Freeman III.