As my left foot lands in front of my right I pounder all of the things that the blame can be put on. My mind is racing from on thought to the next, but I am finally able to hone in on an idea. The light pole! That's it! There was nothing illuminating the black pavement on which I was driving on. How was I supposed to see his truck in the black of the night. As my heart is increasingly beating faster, my mind jumps to the next excuse. A small patch of cold ice, a patch no bigger than the size of my fist. Not a lot of black ice, but just enough to cause the car to slide into his truck. As I swallow, my mouth fills with the chalky taste that you get when you run out of sylvia, I focus on another thought. I could put the blame on the man. If I had known that big, grey truck was parked parallel the the parking spots, then I would have been more cautious as I withdrew my car from the parking spot that I was in. Not only would I have not jumped on the gas pedal, but this whole situation would have been avoided. …show more content…
A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face, as the wind continuously pushes the freezing air across my exposed cheeks. My brain shifts gears from blaming something else for my actions to, and the importance of taking responsibility for my mistake. My stomach feels as if someone took their fist and is squeezing my inside, but my head is still spinning. Should I tell the man that I am tired and my eyes feel as if they weigh about 20 pounds each and all that I could think about was getting to bed when I should have been thinking about the task at hand. My heart is speeding up as I think about how I did not take the time to look in my rearview mirrors to make sure that to other vehicles were around my in the empty parking lot. Do I just need to come clean and tell him that I was driving to fast in the dark, wet, and slippery
After sifting through the evidence, the culprit of the accident can be determined. The accident occurred on 7:45 AM on the date of September 11, 2001. At at stoplight, four cars were stopped, but a car accident occurred. Based on prior evidence from other cases, the back car is usually the culprit. Dr. Otto Mobile’s interview shows that he was not in a rush, going to lecturing a class, and he was behind a dancing woman, presumably dancing to music. Also, Ken Notstop was not in a rush as well and he was part of a tree business. Following Ken, Kelly Sion was interviewed, showing that she had a song stuck in her head. Due to the fact she wanted to exercise before she was supposed to open the gym, she was in a rush.. Anita Newcar was in a rush due to the fact that she was already late to work, and she was behind a car with trees and a nest on the back. Due to the fact that Kelly had a song stuck in her head, she could’ve been the woman dancing in a car that Dr. Otto Mobile mentioned, showing that she was in front of Otto. Because Ken was the only person
Randall Blighton saw a silhouette of an infant in the vans window which now he says was a car seat. He felt that he couldn’t just pass by after he had just dropped off his own children with their mother. When he first arrived by the van he set out flares to make sure that everybody knew that the van was there. He then went to open the drivers side door and found that a woman’s purse was jammed between the accelerator and the firewall, that would explain the continually motion forward. He could see that a figure was lying across the front seat and that the head was tucked into the chest just over the passenger seat. He could see that the figure had on one loafer type on one foot that looked feminine. As he searched to turn on the emergency flashers and was unable to find them, not knowing that they were over head. He felt the floor to see if there was a baby. However, as he felt around he realized that the floor and seats of the van and realized why it was so hard to see through the drivers side window that was splattered with something dark, blood. Nevertheless, he felt it was more important to keep searching to find the baby instead of stopping. He shuddered and didn’t get how there could be so much blood in the van if it hadn’t been hit by another vehicle. Randall then hopped in the drivers seat and moved the van on to the shoulder of 79th where it met sunset highway.
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
I located the driver, later identified as Mr. Rory Antonio King. I introduced myself to the driver of the pick-up truck. I asked the driver if
We jumped in the truck and drove up to the highway. We were on the highway about thirty seconds before we turned off to the place we wanted to go. The place was called "The Brooklands." The road was dirt with spots of snow and ice. After we started driving up the steep road, I noticed that we h...
As we pull into the racetrack I look around. There are a ton of trailers which means a ton of cars, which also means a ton of people. Aside from all the diversity we all love the same thing, racing. We all unite together, we are all there for the same reason and we all have the same goal. To win the Kyle Larson Outlaw Kart Showcase. One day, two Nascar drivers, three classes, over 225 cars. The biggest outlaw kart race in history to ever be held, and I’m apart of it. I can feel the tension of everyone around me, whispers of people talking about all their set-up ¨secrets¨
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
The first thing that needs to be known about this car is that it is not my car it is my dad's car that he lets me use. If I ever refer to it as my car he looks at me and asks whose car is it. Since I can not call this car my car I figured I would give it a name. My dad's name is Christopher, he goes by Chris. Since he always reminds me that it is his car not mine my sisters and I named the car Topher, the last part of my dads name.
from driving all day and cross over the yellow line and hit head on. Crash! The driver of car A has remained
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
It was a cold and snowy day in December and I just got my snowmobile license a few weeks earlier, and I was looking forward to my first time driving on the trails. “ Dinnng DINNNNG” rang, the alarm clock as I hit snooze slowly getting up I thought in my head that today was going to be a good day because it was going to be my first time driving on the snowy trails. I slowly walked downstairs noticing that everyone else was already up and getting ready so I had to rush and gear up to go out on the trails. I quickly hopped into my snow pants, put on my black and blue boots, and the put on my bright, neon yellow jacket. I started heading outside and on my way, I grabbed my shiny white helmet and the keys to one of the snowmobiles.
“Screeech!” the tires went as I spun out of control into the wall at 60mph. It was finally that time of day, 3:00pm. The bell had just rang for dismissal. It was an overcast day, looking like it might sprinkle.
People think that cars are just used for transportation, but for us it is something more. It is a fun but expensive hobby, it is what brings us together as a whole. We are the car culture. From the mountain passes of Japan, to Europe's back roads, and America's super highways, it is the same around the world. I'm Roman, people look at me as a regular, and also a funny person, but in the other side of me I'm a car enthusiast, me and friends or even people at car meets just talk about cars.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.
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