On a beautiful clear morning of February the 19th, my mom picked me up from my class at the University of West Georgia, then we went to Waffle House to have a nice breakfast. We left from Waffle House, proceeding down Maple Street, and turned onto South Street and immediately onto Kenner Street. We then turned onto on the merging lane on South Park Street (US Hwy 27) heading south, we immediately halted to a full stop as vehicles moved from the middle lane into the merging lane in front of us, but at that time there were no vehicles behind us. As we waited to enter traffic, a car suddenly struck us from behind which caused the car to jerk violently forward, causing my mother’s chest to hit the steering wheel, and our heads and bodies to whip forward and then back.…
As a child, I remember my grandma reading me The Little Engine that Could every time I visited her house. Which may seem slightly odd that, that’s what I enjoyed as a kid. It quickly led to me writing in school. During kindergarten, we were all about writing our own books. For example, I ended that year with 22 books.…
I drove my first BMW when I was 20 years old; my boss at the time let me drive his E39 530i home. It was the most amazing thing I had ever drove and decided right then I must have a BMW once I made enough money to afford one. It was fast (to me), handled like it was on rails, quiet, comfortable, and everything a person who loves to drive could really ask for at the time; truly a “the ultimate driving…
When I ride it's like the earth stops at every corner so I can check to make sure a, loud, car isn't roaring towards me. It's like that feeling in your chest that tells you that everything is going to be ok, yet your mind is screaming at you that it won't be. I ride because I was thought that you need to be active in life, but it was never about the one hour of activity time we are supposed to have growing up. it was much more than that. I didn't need help to ride, I needed help to face down my enemies, or conquer my dreams.…
Free Personal Driver It would be awesome if I have a personal driver. I would avoid to hassles of driving to work in rush hour traffic, Looking for where to park my car and driving back from work after a tiring day. When I was getting my driver's license, I did not know that driving in Mississippi would be stressful. Although I am a driver at FedEx Express, driving has never been my hobby. I would prefer to have a personal driver who would take me places than having to drive myself.…
Although childhood was full of good incident. But I remember the one when I was just 10 years old. I was sitting alone in my father's car. My father had parked the car near to a Pizza Hut corner. I was so excited that I want to drive the car.…
We woke up on June 3rd and hit the road again. We were going to try and make it as far as we could today. We made plans to meet up with my dad, grandma, aunt, and brother in Minneapolis, or somewhere close to, for lunch. My dad had been in Minneapolis the previous days, and wanted to see me before I was gone. We met up at a restaurant called Doolittles.…
The man, Tim traveled along a dusty track in his aged, beaten SUV. Tim was a tall man, with unkept hair and a scarred and weather beaten face. His complexion, was tanned from working and living in a semi-desert. The voice he carried was rather rough, probably from living in harsh conditions most of his life.…
there. When I looked around there was no cars in the parking lot. I went in there and saw the same guy who told me that my patent are dead. "What are you doing in my car?"I asked him with anger. "Waiting for you to tell you something, in your car " he said rudely.…
Driving Down Bay Road It’s just twenty-seven minutes away. It’s seven minutes to Rohan’s house, ten minutes to Aditi and Aanya’s house, and then ten minutes to Crescent Ridge. My brother is driving and I’m sitting in the passenger seat. Aanya is sitting in a car seat right behind my brother and Rohan is sitting behind me.…
My Mom is a pretty awesome person she is the person that taught me how to drive when I was 15. The first day I was going to drive she was so scared that she was shaking and had a big headache. So she had to drink two Advil’s to relax because she looked like she was going to faint well so then we got in the car and she was so nervous she barely talked and all she was doing was holding the emergency brakes so the I turned on the car and started accelerating and the car just went like a rocket because it was my first time driving…
I first realized I was in foreign territory when I witnessed my boss take a drag of a marijuana joint, take a shot of whiskey and walk out of the bar with a girl he had just met at our show. Suddenly, I was thrust into a world I had never experienced before. I was merely a boy surrounded by middle-aged men, who were seasoned veterans in the field of musical touring. The closest person to myself in age was 10 years my elder. I had not known the hardships I would soon be witnessing while out on the road.…
There was always a simple dream, and hope that made twinges of excitement flow through my veins, the dream was to own my first car. The waiting was unbelievable, I could not imagine the day my dreams would come to pass, yet I think of it daily. Nothing would have convinced me to go apart from acquiring my first car. once I had it, I could have an opportunity to do what I love most, especially going on sightseeing at my own convenient time, and many exciting places I have heard and read from newsprints, and on TVs. Getting my driver’s license was just part of the battle, but my biggest challenge was raising the money to acquire the car.…
At some point in everyone’s lives there is a defining moment that propels a youthful, naive, innocent adolescent into a mature young adult in an irreversible way. This moment came for me not too long ago, when I gained my driver’s license, and all of the responsibilities and expenses that came along with it. I was quickly rushed into the beginning of life as an adult, after spending all of my days as a child dependant on others. A driver’s license is a sign of freedom, responsibility, and most importantly independence, that is carried with someone until the end of their time. This is the story of how one inanimate object representing independence helped my family endlessly, opened my eyes to the dangers of the world, aided me in earning a fantastic job, and forced me to mature in a way nothing else could.…
Emmanuelle My Valuable Mode of Transportation The object I value the most is my car. It is the object I value the most because of how I was able to get it. My vehicle is a titanium gray 2010 KIA Soul.…