Dirt road

This ad from the magazine Backpacker shows off a letter from a Subaru owner, along with a photo of a Subaru Outback on a snowy road labelled “OUTBACK RD”. All the elements in this ad help to promote three iconic ideas about Subaru and the cars that they make. The trees are heavily weighed down with snow as if a huge blizzard has passed through the area. The ground and road are also covered with several feet of snow. This suggests to the viewer that the Subaru Outback performs very well in the snow

“Brooke, what the hell are you doing?” This is the question my roommate asks as I spontaneously decide that going out at one a.m. on a weekday is a brilliant idea. Rising out of bed, I quickly throw on some pants and a shirt, put on some shoes, and leave the room. Now, many may think that I’m going out to do illegal and possibly dangerous activities, however, I’m just going for a walk. Some may say that I’m incredibly stupid for going on walks by myself in the middle of the night but I say they’re

carbines. Kevin ran back to his car and drove to the back of the store and both of them started loading the car up. Garrett of course hopped in the driver's seat and Kevin hopped in they drove back to the cabin About an hour of driving on the back roads they finally made it to the cabin. They got back and opened the back door and everyone was excited to see them. Garrett had back the truck into the garage and opened the trunk. Everyone got into a line and picked up a weapon. Eventually the truck was

the warm sun was starting to set in the west and my friends had fallen asleep in the back of the car. We were on a dusty dirt road in a forest, where there were no signs or anything to indicate where we were. Therefore, we weren't sure where we were. The dirt road only lead one way so we decided to just stay on it and see where it lead us too. We traveled on the dusty dirt road for an hour and that's when my gaslight turned on. It was now very dark and we had ran out of food, and now gas. The car

system growth. Roads and canals will shorten distances, effortless way to get somewhere, and facilitate commercial and personal communication. The first roads in America were developed by early settlers. “The National Road was the first highway built entirely with federal funds. The road was authorized by Congress in 1806 during the Jefferson Administration” (“The National Road” par. 1). The first 10 miles of roads were built. Wagons were slow and very difficult to use on dirt roads because of the

time surfing through the vast waves of the internet I had actually found one really interesting project that was funded by the World Bank. So apparently the World Bank had funded this project to pave a 900 mile road that opened the western Amazon to the rest of the people of Brazil, the road was known as BR-364. In the article I read we followed the life of one Antonio Carlos de Santos and a whopping 34 of his relatives who somehow fit all of them and their belongings on a truck headed for a chance

I yelled out over the lookout and I heard a faint echo of a voice back and it wasn’t mine it was Trent, our lead rider who had rode ahead with my brother. All I heard was him faintly saying “Come quick Little John went over the mountain”. As soon as I heard Trent’s bike start, he was coming back the trail to where we where at. He arrived about a minute later my parents and their friends who had come with us were waiting with our helmets on. We headed down the trail and we came to a split between

earliest “roads” favored the wildlife tracks and native trails that paralleled the river and crossed the plain. The 1908 roads were little better than those first paths—perhaps wider as teamsters strove to keep their wagons out of the deep ruts, but more pitted and rougher. In an era when no driver could call any San Joaquín County road “good,” the county’s residents widely recognized Tulare Township’s roads as the region’s worst. Founded by urban bicyclists on the East Coast, the Good Roads Movement

For my observation, I choose to visit the area of the Stanislaus National Forrest. I had wanted to see the changes over the few years from the rim fire. I headed up to the 120 towards Groveland and got as far as I could, but the road was closed. I stop for a moment to observe the area, and decided that I would take a different route to the area where I could look down below to see if I can catch anything with the Rim Fire affects. In August of 2013, a severe and fast spreading fire, called Dubbed

Life is like a dirt road. It is sometimes smooth and easy. But, it is mostly bumpy. In the beginning of 8th grade was small potholes. Then, unexpectedly, a huge bump hit me hard. But, before you know it, I was cruising along once again. The smooth road at first, until it got kinda bumpy. During the end of the summer I started to talk to this guy… His name was George. He was super nice to me and talk to me like I was a princess. But, after school started everything got different. Homecoming weekend