The Pros And Cons Of Speeding Mercedes

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...

took a wide slow turn. The vehicle speed up quickly as I was attempting to

The driver lost control over the car and it over turned the vehicle when he couldn’t balance the vehicle on sighting tyre debris on the

The car “turned over once and landed right-side up” (O’Connor 191). The family suffers from minor injuries after the wreck. The family is not aware that they are being watched at the time of the accident. Out of an approaching car hops three men with guns. The grandmother recognizes one of the men as The Misfit, the escaped convict. Once the grandmother identifies The Misfit he has no choice but to starts killing members of the family. The grandmother ends up being the only family member left to be killed. She tries her hardest to talk The Misfit into not killing her like he did the rest of her family. Stuck in a difficult situation, the grandmother pulls religion into her conversation with the Misfit. She relies on her southern roots to soften the cynical beast in front of her. She rambles on and on telling The Misfit to pray. She tries to gain The Misfit’s trust so she can manipulate him into thinking letting her go is a good idea. He seems to reevaluate his life as he squats in front of her. Moments before her death, the grandmother tells The Misfit that he is “one of my own children” (O’Connor 196). Thinking she has fully gained The Misfit’s trust, the grandmother “reached out and touched him on the shoulder” (O’Connor 196). At this moment, The Misfit shoots her in the chest three times. The idea that The Misfit trusts the grandmother is eliminated and so is the entire

Unsuspectingly, a mere 5,000 foot drop was revealed, in which I could see the same road that we originated from. In unison, my family shouts out phrases that should not usually be said in our house. Usually, my dad doesn't tend to get frightened, but in this case, he even broke his own limits when a sharp scream came out of his mouth. In a frantic worrying tone, I tell my dad to slow down the car, as we were barreling down the road at 50mph. Out of chance, a turn appeared, not 200 feet away, perfectly viable to cause an accident. When the corner was right next to our car, my vision started to get hazy whilst my dad turned the steering wheel as much as it would allow. For a moment, it felt as if my family had been featured in the Fast and Furious, because we had almost drifted around the turn, except it didn't seem like we were in a movie, but rather living out our worst fear of height. I held onto the handle on the door, and planted my feet to the ground as if the door had been torn away from the car. The lane on our side had seemed rather narrow in comparison to the emptiness on our right. The supposedly scenic, and peaceful drive that was described in the brochure had proven to be

A “survivor car” is what the newspapers called it, did not stop such notice; gathering from the darkness a moment of miracle, and then disappear for the next bend. Michaelist wasn’t even sure of the facts – he told the press about the incident. The yellow car the one going toward new york, approximating beyond, hurried back to myrtle’s location, and abruptly change target to the nearest obstacle in the road, colliding in a big speed and intensity, surrounding the road with metallic parts of a wrecked car.

As we were just getting out of sight of the Rotters, a loud beeping sounded from the car. I looked down at the dashboard and groaned. We were out of gas. And now we're finally dead. Megan looked over at me, her eyes relfecting my panic. What do we do now? The car coasted along, for the most part maintaining it's speed. I decided to take advantage of this and just steer the car along while it still had some velocity. I steered around other wrecked cars, bodies, and whatever else laid

As I approached the next light, a red light, I stopped and just so after I stopped the blinking yellow arrow appeared. I sat patiently waiting for a clear path so I could make the left turn. Noticing that no cars were near, I made my turn. CRASH, SKRT, CRASH, I yelled “ WHAT THE HELL” and tried to pull my car to the side of the street but it was no longer drivable.

We finally made it to the car accident. The roads were blocked off with wooden caution signs and bright red flares that lit up the darkness around the scene. I saw Mike’s car, a 2016 Ford Focus. The car was cut into two pieces by a massive tree. By the looks of it, he lost control and spun out.

While driving home on the way back from a relative 's house, a sudden flash pierces your vision. Traveling 60 miles per hour, a truck smashes into a nearby Honda. The impact causes the death of two innocent conductors who had their lives grasped from them by a 17-year-old girl who was intoxicated.

While screamed at, I put my foot on the gas again. I put my hands up as if I were surrendering and exclaimed, “I can’t do this anymore!” Not paying attention, a side of a building appeared closer and closer. I realized my foot laid barely on the gas. I slammed the brake again. Luckily I missed the wall by a few yards. With the assistance of Rudi I managed to drive the car to the entrance to the wash.

     As you’re driving on your way to work one morning you notice a brand new bright red Corvette approaching fast in your rear view mirror. The speed

Upon my arrival, approaching the scene from the southwest, on Race Track Road and southwest of Ecclesia Drive, I saw three tire marks on the roadway leading from near the white dashed center line, in a northeast direction to the outside curb of Race Track Road. Vehicle 1 struck and continued over the curb, leaving tire marks on the curb and into the grass between the curb and sidewalk. The vehicle then left the grassy

The car shot straight up the tracks. I was screaming with all the power in my throat. I heard everybody else around me screaming as well. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” all I could think was, my neck is going to hurt SO BAD after this ride.

He looks back to the road to see dark tire skid marks on the road, and, after following them, a stopped car. From a distance, it looked completely intact, but a woman could be seen in the driver’s seat. She was slumped over an air bag and unconscious by the looks of it.