My first speeding ticket Everybody have their biggest fear. Mine was to be pulled over by the police. A few months ago, my father had his car in a body shop, so he asked me if I can take him to his friend’s house. I told him I could give him a ride next day in the morning, for I had to work that afternoon. I thought it was going to be another regular day, just drive back and forth to his friend’s house, but I was so wrong. On that day I defeated my greatest fear. Next day, my father woke me up, and he told me to get ready. It was seven o’clock in the morning. Being still sleepy, I opened the house outside door, and I woke up as soon as I breathed that strong cold morning air. Because it was a cold spring morning, the temperature was quite low. His friend, John, lives …show more content…
I wanted to get home as soon as possible, so I could get a few hours of sleep before going back to work. It was around twelve, so the highway was almost empty. The speed limit on that road is fifty-five miles per hour, but I was not driving at the speed limit. My father warned me a few times about cops, but I had been driving on that highway every day, and I never saw any police cars. I was passing by the other cars, probably with twenty miles per hour over the speed limit, when I saw a police officer with his motorcycle and laser gun, sitting on the emergency lane. At that moment I had no doubt that I will be pulled over. In fact, I slowed down as soon as I saw him, and I started to change lanes to the right side of the street, getting ready to pull over. For a second I thought I escaped, for he did not followed me immediately, but my nightmare had just started. The noisy motorcycle was right behind me. My heart started to beat faster, and I could feel the blood getting pumped into my head. I think my face turned red. I was sweating, and everything was spinning around me. When he was close enough, he turned the blue lights
Just this past summer, one of my good friends was driving through Harrisonburg on his way home from work, when he noticed the one thing all drivers dread, flashing blue lights closing in on him fast. While pulling to the side of the road, he realized there was not one, but two police cars behind him. He knew he had only been going five miles per hour over the speed limit, so he was worried as to why two police cars had just pulled him over. After sitting in fear behind his wheel for several minutes, two cops walked to his car and informed him that he was getting a speeding ticket.
After obtaining my driver's license at the age of eighteen, I quickly began to believe that I was the reincarnate of Dale Earnhardt. No matter where I was driving to or for what reason, speeding was always a part of the equation. Young and uninformed of the risks associated with my reckless driving habits, I had convinced myself that I was not only invincible, but above the law as well. After receiving a speeding ticket and other traffic citations as the result of an accident, I was forced to re-evaluate my belief that I had no obligation to follow the law and in turn the notion of my invincibility. After much reflection and and soul searching, I came to the conclusion that life, like driving, is a gift that is very fragile and should not be regarded as irresponsibly as I had been treating it by driving so recklessly.
How many of you have been pulled over for speeding before? Don't you just hate it when you pass that Trooper on the highway and immediately you look to your speedometer t see how fast you were going and then quickly look in your rear view mirror to see if he’s coming after you? And then all of a sudden the terror that you feel when you do see him coming after you with those lights and
You speed up hoping to not hit anything. But the blue lights are still in the same spot you come over the top of the hill and see there is no where to go and then you hear a loud pout of your tires hitting a spike strip. You keping going knowing that if they get you youll being some hard you start to think about your kids and how this is going to affect them if you go to jail so put push on the gas even more and with for flat tires you are still going 95 mph on a small town road in the rain. You are pushing the car to its make and then it starts to smoke. You see that your speed is going down. But you can let the cops get you. So you keeping till the cars motor blows up and you jump out of the car without the money and start running though this wide open field hoping to not get caught by the cops. You manage to get to the river bank on the back side of the field so you get in it and walk downstream a ways were. You then come back up on to the side of a road. Were you were hitch hiking for a ride. Well the cops were still looking for you. Someone starts slowing down and when the come to a stop you get in there car. They bring you to your house where you decide to lay low for a bit hipping this would all blow over. You walk across your house house to the bathroom and rap you arm up so the bone don't move any
However, on August 16th, my sixteenth birthday, I learned my confidence and reality were not in sync. After I finished my test with the examiner, we met my mom at the counter inside and reviewed my driving. She started by saying that I was a strong driver, but then told me I made a turn at a two-way stop sign where pedestrians were present. And, then she said the words I thought I would never hear – automatic failure! I was completely speechless. My mom thanked the examiner for her time, and we walked back to the car. The minute that both doors closed, tears rushed down my face and I completely fell apart; the rest of my special day of turning sixteen was completely ruined. Many of my close friends and family called and texted me to ask how I did on the test, but I simply ignored them. Throughout the following days, I came to realize that I was not upset that I did not get my license; I was devastated because everyone would know I had failed a test. I did not want people to know that I was not successful at something. I told my closest friends and family, but made them promise not to tell anyone else. When other peers asked me how I did on my driving
‘Damn short ride.’ I thought. Sitting up, I groaned and tried to focus on the sign at the front of the building we stopped at so suddenly. The door of the cab abruptly flew opened and a police officer of the burly persuasion grabbed me by the lapels and hastily removed me.
I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper, and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going, that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.
Late at night my cousin was driving with me and my brother coming home from the store, we were driving on the highway listening to music the radio was really loud my cousin couldn't hear what I was saying, my cousin likes to drive really fast I’m sure all of you know what the speed limit is on the highway and since she was driving she didn’t realize she was going over the speed limit and it was dark outside. I said to my cousin “Slow down a little bit” because she was going to fast and during this time i was young and I use to get scared when people drove really fast, as we were driving I was getting nervous and scared and I kept looking behind us to make sure there was no cops, as I looked out the ride side window of the car I saw this black car the windows were tinted and I couldn’t really tell who it was but something told me it was the cops so I yelled to my cousin “SLOW DOWN I
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.
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
The day started of normal for me, but trust me when I say it didn’t end that way. First, I groggily woke up, took five to ten minutes to convince myself to get out of bed, and groaned as I began getting ready. In the background were the beautiful morning songs of my mother screaming at her sons to finish getting ready before they missed the bus, it was an everyday thing
It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.
As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”
I was too scared. I never wanted to drive again. Just the thought of being behind the wheel made me nauseous. But as time went on, I began to realize that I had to get back out there. If I kept putting it off, I would have never driven again and my family felt the same way. So I started back slowly. I would drive to the store or to my friend’s house and then gradually, I began to start driving normally again. That experience has definitely changed my life forever. It has made me a safer driver who always looks twice and pays attention. I never want to experience anything like that again and I will do everything in my power to make sure I do not. I also do not take my days for granted anymore because, I never know when one will be my last. That afternoon still haunts me to this day. It has now been almost two years since then and I still have yet to drive under that same underpass. It still terrifies me to think about it. But, no matter how awful that day was, I know it had to happen. It changed me, not only as a driver, but also as a