Dirt flies up from the ground like kids jumping on a trampoline. The red, white, and blue #19 Tobias Slingshot flies past the red #026. In anger of losing his position. #026 closes the distance between the two cars. Mere inches separate the two vehicles. They touch. Even though the touch is as light as a feather, it sends #19 hurtling towards the wall. The sound of a gunshot is heard as the car ricochets of the wall at a 90 degree angle. The driver looks at the night sky. The sky is beautiful with the stars twinkling like diamonds. But, the beautiful sight ends as the car crashes into the ground. The drivers hands shoot forward. "Snap!" As the red flag comes out, sirens are heard in the distance...
The crash mentioned above occurred on August
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The modern solution is something called a roll-cage. A roll-cage is a specifically engineered frame that is located in the passenger side of any race car. The purpose is to protect the car's occupants from getting injured if they're bodies are to sway to that side in a crash.
Two broken metacarpals in Amey's wrists were outcomes of the crash. Back then, there was only a 2 point belt system in the car, a seat belt coming from each side. Now there is a 5 point belt system the holds back the upper arms, chest, and legs. When the car hit the ground, his hands flew forward. With the modern belt system, Amey's hands would have never gotten close to the dashboard like the real crash; they would have been stopped by the belt that hold the upper arms.
Now when racers are speeding around the track at high speeds, fans, officials, and racers are assured that they are safe from severe injuries. However, if a tragedy like this ever happens again, you must stay calm. Do not cause a panic that might storm onto the track and further hurt the driver. All you can really do is stay in the stands and pray that the driver is
When you do decide to place your child in a front-facing car seat, utilize a tether strap. It decreases your child’s head movement during a crash. This tether strap secures to your vehicle’s top tether anchor, available in most vehicles sold in the U.S. since 2000.
Crack, goes the window. Glass shards fly everywhere. A strange figure leaps out of the shattered window. The figure disappears into the the night sky covered in smog. Red and Blue lights flash in and out of the patchy sky.
Right out of the blocks, near the very start of the race, one of the runners was badly knocked down, and in a quarter-mile race at such a high level of competition, fractions of a second determine the winner. Anyone knocked down is quite simply out of the race. But accidents like this are sometimes unavoidable in the crowded running of the competitors. Even though he was far behind, this competitor leaped back to the track and continued to race with all-out speed and effort. The fact that he was twenty yards away from the nearest competitor and made the attempt to rejoin the short race seemed ridiculous. Nonetheless, this man ran at such an astonishing pace that the spectators were goggle-eyed and on their feet, mesmerized by the unfolding
Unlike head-on and rear-end collisions where there is plenty of "car" separating you from the other vehicle or object, there is only the roof structure to keep the car occupant area intact in a rollover crash. In addition, the seat and shoulder belt is less effective at injury prevention in rollovers because of the complex tumbling motion. For these reasons, rollover accidents have a high fatality rate compared to other accident types. However, rollover accidents are avoidable. Here are five suggestions on their prevention:
The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), USA estimates more than 28,000 people survived vehicle crashes and are still alive due to the presence of frontal airbags in their vehicles as of 1 January 2009. This data has been accrued over time from crashes and fatalities on America’s highways and side streets. This paper will examine these statistics and compare information with this data.
I could tell that this car crashing is really strong because they crashed so hard that those cars fell off. Imagining that those cars would fell off and hit the bottom cars gives me nightmares. If I were in the bottom lane, I would be terrified. Technology are good but it could create a horrified accident like in the picture. There are many clounds in the sky, it looks more like smoke. The picture is black and white so it gives out a depression feeling. It is dangerous for the bottom lane car. If I were in the bottom lane, I would be terrified. It is scary how danger could be right next to
The suffering of the dogs is heart wrenching. Dogs bred for the meat trade possibly spend most of their lives in wire cages. They are often caged tightly and kept in overcrowded and unsanitary conditions. They do not feel what walking on the ground is like, they don’t get to mingle with other dogs other than those cramped in cages beside them; they suffer summer heat and freezing winters outdoors; they are not given water or suitable food; they get no exercise; some even have their eardrums burst to prevent them from barking – every natural instinct they have is disturbed by the inhumane and tortuous conditions they must live under.
Racing has been a beloved sport for many years, by many people in America. People are able to release their stress and focus on a hobby with friends and family by racing many different forms of vehicles. Overtime, racing safety standards have changed and become stricter in order to prevent fatalities. Unfortunately, there are many dangers involved in racing. As time progresses, so does the modern technology of many different forms of racing. Many different types of racecars are getting faster, and in turn making them much more unsafe. Although, some may argue that as the motorsports industry gets faster, the safety technology also gets more effective. The National Association for Stock Car Racing (NASCAR) is one of the most popular forms of
He walks back to the truck, that I now notice that is really dented and dirty. Suddenly, a machine whirs to life. The machine on the back of the truck puts its two arms on the ground and hooks onto the front wheels and started to pull the Mustang up onto the back of the flatbed. The machine ultimately failed; the E-brake was on in the Mustang. Quickly, I jumped into my Mustang, Shifted it into neutral, started it, disengaged the E-brake, threw it in reverse, using the clutch properly, and floored it. For about a minute the world was full of a cacophony of noise. Metal breaking, tires screaming, and… wait, what’s that? A TRAIN HORN!!!!!!! He saw a light off to his left… the tow truck had pulled him into the train tracks!! I quickly stomped on the pedal once more, the train blowing it’s horn again. The tow truck slowly tugged me into the tracks. The Train blew it’s horn, fifteen feet from me. I remembered that I installed a nitrous booster in my car. It didn’t say anything about working in reverse. It was my only chance to live. As if it was all in slow motion I hit the button. My car shot backwards, pulling the truck into the tracks and the rims breaking, making the truck stay on the tracks, and me fly backwards onto the road behind. The truck driver jumps out of the truck in an effort to survive. He fails. He gets hit by the train on the way
The men hardly fit in the small quarters of the truck. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fill the cramped space. The sirens atop the thick metal roof of the truck bounce back and forth on houses and cars nearby. Dark clouds start to form above the speeding truck and soon the rain is playing a soft beat on the roof. The cold weather creates a pale fog against the window. Everything starts to slow down and become faded, the dark night outside the window now is everywhere and a group of boys are playing baseball. The ball is a dirty cream color and is throwing off water as it spins through the air, then smack it hits a leather glove with an explosion of water up into a young boy’s smiling face.
Sirens are seldom the best way to end a day. The driver sat numbly on the curb as officers in blue and responders in white rushed around. Over the pounding in his ears, he barely heard the blue and red colored wails filling the air. White clothed figures flickered in the corner of his eye and the driver raised his head in time to watch a gurney hurriedly raised into an ambulance. His breath came in gasping bursts, How did this happen? I… I am a good driver… it’s just… I was so mad… he stared at the scene around him. Pieces of glass strewn like stars over the black asphalt of the intersection. The twinkling path trailing back to a sculpture of violently twisted metal. Tears stung his eyes as he gazed at a form lying on the
The nature of the motor sporting game encourages drivers to drive their automobiles with a certain measure or control limits although accidents are usually inevitable and accepted as well. Interestingly, the accidents are essential part of the racing competitions as it provides spectators and TV amusement. Nonetheless, the sanctioning or governing bodies are responsible to guarantee that the accidents neither results in major injuries or fatalities. For this reason, adequate safety levels are necessary not only for spectators and drivers but also for involved officials and team participants who are responsible for event staging (Wright, n.d.).
Car accidents are more or less an everyday occurrence. These accidents can involve two vehicles colliding with one another, a vehicle colliding with a pedestrian or an animal or a vehicle colliding with a structure, building or any other physical object or equipment.
All the cars contain men, one of the following cars contains a man with a beard, and I catch a glimpse of a man with a tattoo on his neck as he rushes past. Before I can distinguish anymore of the cars or the people they contain, a strong force of the last car strikes me and in a split second I’m on the ground. There is maniacal laughter and the sound of wheels spinning on pavement, and someone yells, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you to look both ways before crossing the street?” followed with another wild burst of laughter. Then silence. I roll over, and warm blood streams down my face and into the corner of my mouth. I wipe the blood with the back of my hand and slowly get to my feet. Swift, hot pain runs up my back and I say to myself, “That’s gonna leave a bruise,” and laugh like a madman for thinking about that in the moment.
A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.