Getting into that moving truck and watching my mother and sisters faces fade away in the passenger side mirror made my heart sink into my stomach. Was I making the right choice, and would I be happy if I were away from my family? All I had ever known was the love of my mom and my sister to guide me through the rough rapid waters of my mind. The truck consisted of all our worldly belongings along with what felt like every one of my childhood memories struggling to hang on dragging on the back of the trucks coat tails. As we drove, we passed all the places that hold such meaning to me in my life. I couldn't help but be upset California was where I was my heart was made, and how was I supposed to go to a new place and feel like it was home?
As we were driving we passed the place where I first met my husband, Michael. It was a late Saturday night in August we agreed on meeting at Boomers to play mini Golf. We walked through each course shyly talking and cheating by kicking our golf balls in the holes instead of hitting them. Across the street from Boomers there was an In-N-Out where I parked my car underneath a dim street light. Instantly the smell of cigarettes and taste of In-N-Out pink lemonade fill my mind. We spent 5 hours in my car reminiscing about our lives and laughing our heads off about how we probably would have been friends in high school. We listened to music and told each other how happy we were that we had met. At that moment in time I felt like butterflies were going to take over my who body and fly me away with them. Michael looked over at me as I was deep in thought; he grabbed my hand and asked me if I was alright. As we entered onto the freeway heading towards this new adventure together I looked over at him and analyzed his movements. His strong jaw, big lips, and deep green eyes, and caring soul have always kept me in place, and made me feel safe. I told him that I loved him, and I would survive. I closed my eyes and let the California sun cascade in down from the sun roof and embrace me. The sun had always reassured me that my feet were still strongly planted on the ground. I then knew that as long as I had Michael and the sun I would always be home.
Atkins composes a reflective essay to demonstrate how guilty pleasures that are not environmentally friendly should be payed back by juxtaposing his lifestyle with the habits of so called nature lovers. The author of Shut Up About My Truck amplifies his syntax by embellishing his sentences, using descriptive imagery and shifting tones to vindicate himself from the misuse of the environment.
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
This report was made to show how Action Modular can increase their profits and make them more marketable. The trucking industry is an industry that has and will be around for a long time. As long as there are manufacturers and consumers requiring their freight to be moved, there will be a need for trucks. If the marketing trend is monitored regularly by putting the right people in place and being proactive regarding the equipment and freight rates. Action Modular will be highly marketable and can yield more in revenue versus decreasing the revenue by utilizing outside carrier.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Truck driving is a difficult job which requires great responsibility of transferring the goods from one place to other far place with proper safety. Genuine CDL training is required by every aspiring truck driver to attain essential skills as a professional driver. These training programs are meant not only help the students learn about the possible ways to handle and manage their trucks in most adverse traffic and weather conditions, but also, this training helps them to learn how to prevent any major loss of the goods during the transference.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
The tears kept rolling like a broken faucet. Trying to get out the car, but I cannot because the door is bent and will not open. Not knowing what to do was making this pounding headache worst. Police officers asking a million questions. Only thing running through this head was what just happened. Flashbacks kept replaying over and over again. The fact that my mother’s and I lives could have been taken in that short period of time. If I would not have turn the wheel when I did, that car would have hit my mother straight on instead of the front. The thought of just losing my mother was something I could not bear at the moment. A life without my mother was a life that I was not prepared for. Walking away with no injuries and our lives was a blessing. Coming that close to death changed me for the better. They always say enjoy life every day, and now I understand why because life can been taken in one second. Life is a precious gift that we have here on Earth. Cherishing time with family and friends is important, and to never take life and the little things for
The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the surrounding, it looks as if it did the last time we were up here.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
Have you ever been riding in a tractor on the road and looked out and saw flames coming out of the tractor? Let me just say that that is quite the freaky site. One year at my grandparents U-Pick strawberry field in Helvetia, Oregon, It rained and rained and rained so much that even the four wheel drive pickup trucks got stuck, so we had to bring everybody up the driveway on/in wagons that were either pulled by four wheelers or by tractors so that there was less of a chance of getting people stuck.
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
Transportation has been one of mankind’s most basic needs since existence. It allowed him to survive, to prosper, to populate almost every habitable place on the planet. Man has been able to conquer every frontier- land, water, air and even space. Modes of transport have undergone a massive change in the past few centuries. From animals to simple machines like bicycles to jet engines that have propelled us to outer space, the technology involved has indeed come a long way.
The development of urban transportation has not changed with the cities; cities have changed with transportation. This chapter offers an insight into the Past and the future of Urban transportation and is split up into a number of different sections. It includes a timeline of the different forms of transport innovations, starting from the earliest stages of urban transport, dating back to the omnibus (the first type of urban transportation) and working in a chronological order until eventually reaching the automobile. However, these changes in Urban transport did not happen for no reason. Different factors within society meant urban transport needed to evolve; points will be made on why society needed this evolution. In contrast I will observe the problems urban transport has caused in society as a result of its rapid progression. Taking account of both arguments for the evolution of urban transport, I will look at where it will go in the future.
Traffic congestion or traffic jam is the amount of vehicle moving along a road which can be the number of airplane, trains, and ships moving in their routes. This makes the road or routes being blocked or it can get packed which can cause difficulties. The most frequent of traffic jam is by using vehicles using roads. According to Independent (2013) report that by 30 June 2013 the UK population was 63.7 million people which has increased by over 400,000.This growth result in United Kingdom being one of the fastest growing pollution in European countries in the year of 30 June 2013.Therefore, UK is the 3rd largest EU Nation after France and Germany according to Office for National Statistics (ONS) figures. As Department for Transport (2014) reported that in 31st December 2013 there was 35 million vehicles that had been licensed to use on the road in United Kingdom. It was an enormous increase ever since 2007 with a 1.5%.Most popular car use is Ford Focus 1.5 million subsequently Ford Fiesta with 1.3 million. Average carbon dioxide emission for cars has fell to 3.4 % in 2013 related to 2012, to 128 grams per kilometres. Smaller cars pay lower car tax and have lesser carbon dioxide emission.
Do you ever feel like you are waiting at a red light in your car for what seems like forever? Well, that’s because “ The average person throughout their lifetime spends five years waiting in lines and queues where roughly six months of that is waiting at traffic lights”(How). Cities and towns have faced a transportation problem and they are looking for ways to tackle the issue. Transportation is a big part of one’s everyday life, and it is impossible to avoid it. Transportation plays a crucial role in the way we travel to things like school and work. Humans need transportation to get from place A to place B. There are different kinds of transportation, but the most common one in modern society is automobiles. Although transportation of automobiles is a quick way of traveling at the moment. Automobiles bring issues like health problems, air pollution, and high expenses. This is because humans always manage to take the easy way out without looking at the long-term effects that come with automobiles.