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
His Honour held that at the time of driving, the low risk of coming across an object on the road that ultimately led the respondent to momentarily take his eyes off the road was not a breach of the respondent’s duty of care and was the type of behaviour that any normal driver was likely to carry out.
“You’re a rotten driver,” I protested. “Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t to drive at
“Excuse me, miss, can I see your license and registration, please?” Great. Pulled over once again, except this time I don’t even know what I did wrong. Apparently I made an unsafe lane change that resulted in an improper U-turn. I tried asking the officer what I did wrong, but as soon as I began speaking, he started talking over me. “Are you even from around here?” he asked me. “You look like you should’ve never even gotten your license.”
On Thursday, October 19. 2017 at 2213. I, Officer Bell was dispatched to Ladnier road in reference to a road rage incident. Upon my arrival I noticed two vehicles going North on Ladnier Rd. A white altima pulled into the dance studio on ladnier and a white male got out and flagged me down. I got out and spoke with Clinton Pierce, Kaylor Caudillo and Brittany Spivey.
When a motorist expresses offense over the actions of an aggressive driver, the situation can escalate to acts of road
ridiculous, might just let a speeding car go by if no harm is being done. On the contrary,
There are many inevitable situations that would get most drivers angry like traffic during rush hour, but there is one thing that is avoidable that will get normal drivers angry which is a slow driver. During these moments we lose our manners and start using profanity and many signals that are not proper in public places because we are so angry that they simply forget to be civilized. It’s not only the fact that some people drive slow that gets me mad, it’s the fact that they drive slow and they give you no space to get into the next lane in order for you to not be stuck behind them. There are also cases in which drivers are rude and they go slow just to make you angry.
“ You pasted a stop sign, then a stop light, and almost caused a car crash,” he said “ can you please step out of the vehicle.”
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Age of Enlightenment When Aristotle famously said: "Virtue is a state of character concerned with choice, being determined by rational principle as determined by the moderate man of practical wisdom", not many could fathom the message intended for during his time. In fact, his ideas of decisions based on logical thinking were largely rejected by the Greek public in favor for traditions. Fast forward close to two thousand years, the Age of Enlightenment has arrived. Francis Bacon instigated a revolution in the human thought in the 17th century. The thinkers began to question the rigid traditional ideas and institutions in place using reasoning and science.
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
As a young boy I had many dreams I wanted to live like being racecar driver, a doctor and a rockstar. I had a vast imagination. When I was bored I use to think of those things and how I would look like if I was a racecar driver, a doctor or a rockstar. My mom would always watch me play pretend. I would pretend to be a race car driver making car noises and pretending to steer, playing doctor with friends and also playing air guitar while singing.
I was taught that “driving is a privilege, not a right,” meaning I had to demonstrate my ability to drive safely on the road. I had always thought that receiving a license meant being able to socialize and revel with friends, but it spurred with a multitude of accountabilities - driving safely, obeying the traffic laws, and respecting the rights of other drivers. While on the road I have seen several accidents that made me realize I should handle vehicles with extreme caution and attention to detail, since they can cause extensive property damage, injury, and fatality. Additionally, it revealed civic literacy by making me understand that a role in the community and a responsibility as a citizen is to take accountability for my actions - passengers in the car put their safety in my hands and expect me to drive safe as well. Therefore, receiving my license matured me into an adult by permitting me to comprehend that, as a citizen, I needed to be aware of the actions that impacted my life and also make an effort to make those actions carry out a beneficial impact to the
As we were eating some sleazy greasy food, I obviously had to tell my friends about running from the law and my involvement. After telling all my friends about my night so far they all had a good laugh. Later that night when we were leaving the Waffle House the law was behind by my car running the tag. Once the law left we definitely decided it would be a good decision to go home. However, when we started to leave I put the petal to the metal. We fish tailed the car sideways, and as I was trying to regain control of the wheel I accidentally over corrected. If one knows anything about driving cars to fast and or wild, one of the biggest mistakes one can make is to over correct. Following my big mistake the car spun out of control off the road, into the ditch, up a hill, and finally came to a rest once I had hit a power pole with the rear bumper. As if the night had not already been embarrassing enough for me, this car accident put the amount of embarrassment I felt over the