Personal Narrative: An Unsafe Driver

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My dad always told me as a child that driving would one day be a privilege to me, not a right. That safety and sharing the road were the most important things about getting behind a steering wheel of a car. Of course, these grand words of advice were not taken seriously and all I could think about when fantasizing myself driving on the roads, was how fast I could go and how cool of a car I would be driving. Looking back, I probably should have taken these fatherly tips more seriously. I’m not saying when I did eventually get my license, that I was an unsafe driver; I just definitely took things for granted quite a bit. Whether it be speeding, unnecessary and obnoxious acceleration after a green light, or belligerent road rage, I had was way too overconfident with my driving ability as a sixteen year old. While I had countless risky …show more content…

I figured at this point it was my turn to get out of the car and face whatever this man had to say to me. He was a short, middle aged man who’s outfit was almost as gray as his mini van. I approached him cautiously and asked him if he was okay and if anybody was hurt, like the outstanding samaritan I was trying to be. He immediately gawked back at me, “You didn’t use you’re fucking blinker!” Immediately I felt enraged with frustration but remembered that I was not in a position to get into some classic roadside altercation with this man, considering I just demolished the left side of his van.
“Sir, that is just not true I did use my blinker and I clearly was moving into the right lane. I’m very sorry for hitting you but do not lie and say I did not use my blinker”. While I was trying to sound as mature and reasonable as I could, I noticed the man’s panicked and confused expression on his face. It slightly resembled a deer frozen, staring into headlights while at the same time incredibly upset about the fact that I defaced his mini

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