My eyes flutter open to be welcomed by a ray of light, a light that shone from the distance, an alarm that had led to my awakening from unconsciousness. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was all I could hear. I had nothing to comfort my hunger but the metallic and bitter aftertaste of the blood oozing from the gash across my forehead. The stench of burnt blood covered bodies had filled the atmosphere.
As I was lying in bed recalling the event happened an hour before I was thinking to myself that I will never look at lightning the same way again. Thunder and lightning was still present in the night sky as I lay there in bed thanking God I was alive and well. Each flash of lightning lit the entire room and each clap of thunder rattled the windows of my hotel room. Lightning can seem much more terrifying when you’re up 20,000 ft in the mountains, and the thunder sounds a lot louder too. The sound of nature’s fury seemed to slowly descend as the night went on, but my nerves did not. I was still stunned and in shock of being stuck in a lightning storm high in the mountains. I never thought about the power and damage lightning can inflict
In this paper, I will be explaining most, if not all, of the differences between 1967-1972 Chevrolet pickup trucks. What I mean when I say that is these trucks all have the same body style, but a lot of little differences that I think make them better or worse. For example, the 1967 Chevy truck has no marker lights on both the front and rear quarter panels, which is one of the more noticeable changes from the 1967 to 1968 models. There is a pattern in the styles they use like the 1967 and 1968 have the same grills and hoods. Then in 1969, the grill and hood change a little bit but it is practically the same thing. The grill got a little bit of a change in 1970 but it is very minor and hardly noticeable and 1971 and 1972 the grills
Automobiles are such a significant part of our culture today and have been for the past century as a whole. From the big screen to the pages of a book they can play seemingly important roles that cannot be ignored. Often times these vehicles can assume almost human like characteristics which can cause you, the viewer/reader, to develop a relationship with these inanimate objects whether they are the new, beautiful and sleek sports car or the old, ratty and beat-up truck. In Louise Erdrich’s “The Red Convertible” there are many occurrences in which the state of repair that the Olds is in gives you the sense that it closely represents Lyman’s current feelings towards his brother and how these feelings change and evolve throughout the length of the story.
The air was full of dust and it made my throat irritated. Amanda pointed up frantically with fear in her eyes. I looked up to see a huge cloud of black smoke. The streets filled with the sounds of sirens and horrifying screams. We had no idea what was going on but it felt like WW3 had begun. Other witnesses told us that a plane flew into one of the towers. I lived about 30 blocks away so my first reaction was to get to safety. We started sprinting down the sidewalk. We heard the engine of another plane because this
Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls. My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing. I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me. My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.
The Great Depression has been depicted as one of the most hopeless and desolate times in American history. We connect the time period with pictures of the unemployed, tattered clothing, starvation, and poor. But during this time, not all was lost. A few companies and brands survived the Great Depression, and actually found ways to stay successful and push past the devastated economy. The era before the Great Depression was known as “The Roaring Twenties”, this was when American lifestyles were lavish and consumerism was flourishing. Post World War I, the economy thrived and there was great change in American culture with the introduction of new technologies, music, fashion, and literature. The brands and companies that were able to survive
Louise Erdrich's short story, "The Red Convertible," follows two Native American brothers and their evolving relationship over time as well as their adventures in their red Olds. The two brothers, Lyman and Henry, became much closer with the continuous use of the car. The car stays with the brothers, even during the absence of one of the brothers. The author uses the car as a representation of the brother's uncertain relationship.
Tiny droplets began to fall on the windshield. As we continued to drive through the drizzling rain, my sister tapped on my shoulder and exclaimed, "Look outside, there's lightning!" I quickly turned to the window only to hear a faint boom, I continue to stare out the window, to see a flicker of light. Suddenly the thumps on the car began to grow louder. Jetting through the wet road, shaking against the harsh winds, flashing thunder continuously abrupts the sky. Looking at the weather now, i noticed how the forecast shifted from a light drizzle to a downpour. Rain sliding down the window, window fogging with a covering mist, our vision begins to worsen. The feeling of fear, heart racing and shaking, begins to build up in the car and I could feel the hairs prickling on the back of my
Then wind swept away branches and old lumber that sat in the front yard and swung and tossed it around in the air like dancing balloons debris flew around. With a spine tingling snap crash the window shattered and the branch from the apple tree that sat in the front yard came tumbling to a stop clattering at my base. The rain came pouring in the gaping window soaking everything in it’s path in freezing water. As a tornado ripped through the countryside tumbling trees, cars, people, and houses the swirling black mass of destruction narrowly passed. Without warning a truck skipped across the yard towards the house. Counting down the seconds before the truck would arrive and rip through the house, I chimed write at five o’clock and I realized what would happen. With unbelievable ease the truck ripped through the house sending wood and concrete everywhere. Splintered wood and twisted metal shrapnel was sent across the yard and I was struck by the crushing weight of the truck, finally my time had
The 2016 Chevrolet Colorado, is now being offered with a diesel engine. This is the Duramax four cylinder, 2.8 liter. Chevrolet insists that this is the cleanest car they have ever produced. They have gone the extra mile to reduce nitrogen oxide emissions as well. GM has stepped up their game, not just with this truck, but with the GMC Canyon, that is almost exactly like the Colorado. The Canyon and Colorado have pumped life into a dormant market (mid sized truck). So much so, that truck buyers are buying this, rather than a bigger, full size truck they normally would have bought.
The Chevrolet Colorado puts the power of a truck into the hands of those who are looking for something lightweight, but with cargo and towing capacity. A full-sized truck is not always the best answer, especially when driveway or garage space is limited. The smaller midsize Colorado offers all of the benefits of a truck without taking up the space of a full-sized truck.
There was also a small truck and a small bus that hit each other. They didn’t catch fire, but there was a body on the ground beside them. As soon as I saw it, there was a cold wave of recognition crashing through my body, making my vision sway as I realized, it was dead. No questions like why, how he died. Nothing. Just a frozen state of mind. My throat ached as I used every breath. There was less, and less oxygen remaining in the car. I dared to open the window. Warm fresh air mixed with a smell of burnt grass hit me in my face.
It had been dark and overcast the entire day, but as night approached the true intensity of the storm erupted into a light show of lightning and a symphony of thunder. The rain didn’t just fall, rather it blew in sideways in ribbons of cold and icy stinging pellets that tried to cut at Mike and Katie’s exposed cheeks. Mike tilted his head into the wind and clutched his coat collar closed with his left hand while pulling Katie close with his right and heading them both toward the bright sterile lights of the emergency room entrance.
When I set my eyes on my Chevy Silverado i knew it was the one. i walked up to the silver truck bed and i could feel my fingers glide over the paint. I was walking toward the front of my truck and opened the plastic door handle. I opened the door with a slight creek. I didn't car because i was my truck and no one could say otherwise.