Dirt road

As the name implies, a wheel-off trucking accident occurs when a large truck loses one or more wheels while on the road. When a wheel separates from a semi-truck, it can strike a pedestrian, crash into the ground-floor room of a building through a window or glass door, or strike other motor vehicle traffic. Some of the worst accidents occur when a wheel crosses into the lane of oncoming traffic and collides head-on with a vehicle. Wheel-off accidents are usually caused by improper tightening of…

many other factors contribute to this quality. When vehicles travel on the irregular roads, they are always subjected to excitation from braking, acceleration and inertial forces on a curved track, which causes discomfort to the driver. The excitation sources for these vibrations can be road roughness, wheel assembly, driveline excitation, engine excitation, aerodynamic forces and transmission excitation. Usually, road roughness will be the major source that excites the car body through wheel…

It ranged from the 1950’s to the 1990’s with a few newer builds scattered around the outskirts on larger parcels of land. Most homes were traditional frame houses, but on some of the dirt roads with dead ends, trailers could be found in varying states of disrepair. Surprisingly, Roan Mountain has a medical center with basic health care services and EMT support, a pharmacy, volunteer firefighting, and an animal hospital. I suppose if…

I am wandering down the road. Right down the very middle, marked with a dotted yellow line, worn from years of wind and rain. My new cane taps in front of my feet. A tap with every step. Tap on the right. Tap on the left. Over, and over, and over. That’s the only sound I hear. The only light comes from a lamp post on the corner of the road, and also marks the end of town. I may not be able to see it anymore, but I know it is there. The other end of town is marked with a painted wooden sign…

Steve's giant Lincoln Towncar and drove for hours out into the fields and pastures of Texas ranch country. Exhausted, David and I fell asleep in the back seat. After some time we were jostled awake when Steve turned off of the pavement onto a bumpy dirt road marked only by a gnarled old tree. His spread was a small homestead of 80 acres. Hardly a spec in the vast open plains of Texas but it suited us just fine. We settled right into ranch life. David worked with Steve in the barnyard and out in…

went to the truck. When we got in Brian said that the bear was going to come out in a dirt road. We drove for a few minutes and got out. My dad, Ryan and Greg went in the woods and then Brian told them to come back. Brian said it was going to come out behind the truck. So they went behind the truck and the bear walked out. My dad shot once or twice and the bear went into the woods on the other side of the dirt road. We got back in the truck and we followed the dogs and bear near a cabin. This…

Forever and ever the road seemed to stretch, as though it was designed with no end in mind — as though it was designed to go on forever. This would not have been all that bad had it not been for the fact that I was treading in territory somewhere deep in the heart of Mission, Texas, a city entirely unfamiliar to me. I was surrounded by an unknown frontier, and I knew not which way led home. To make matters a little worse, I had my younger brother, Diego, age 14, in the passenger seat beside me.…

is the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. This poem might be a contradiction to many readers, but the whole point of this poem is to represent an archetypal dilemma based on life archetypes. The main big picture in this poem is that the speaker/hero is in the middle of the woods and he sees two diverging roads leading to different pathways. The speaker is confused to which road to choose, somehow, he chose one pathway and tells himself that he will choose the other road next time. The…

that I saw only streaks of blue sky before I saw the brown leaves on the ground. Pain shoots through every part of me that hit the hillside covered in sharp, pointed sticks, and large, uneven rocks. Finally, the rolling stops my face planted in the dirt, as I pushed myself upward, my family was already at the top of the hill screaming at me “ARE YOU ALRIGHT, HE DEFINITELY BROKE SOMETHING.” There voices sounded like I was underwater. Only one thought raced through my head, “why didn’t you wait…

once created with the type of gravel that crunches and crackles like pop rocks in water. Every dreadful step lead us out of familiarity, inching into an unfamiliar landscape. Furthermore, the probability of returning to the fluorescent tourist filled road dwindled. The insurmountable maze we had stumbled upon threw us in a daze. As a result, we had not a single speculation in our conscious minds on where we had landed…