The Speeding Ticket It was a bright Sunday afternoon in early June, and this particular Sunday marked my parents' twentieth wedding anniversary. My mom told me she was giving my dad something really special for the happiest twenty years of her life, but I was not expecting what she was about to show me. “Jeff, I'm home from picking up your dad’s gift!” she called up the stairs. “Okay ma, I'll be down to see it in a minute, I'm just finishing up some homework!” I replied. I closed my algebra textbook after deciding that my homework could wait. I ran downstairs pondering what my mom could have got my dad that would be so special to my dad, nothing came straight to mind. By the time I got downstairs, Ma was already outside walking towards the …show more content…
My father and I stood in disbelief, staring at the gorgeous car that now sits uncovered in our garage. It was the car my dad had always dreamed of owning, a 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby Cobra GT500. It was the exact same color as the one featured in the movie Gone in 60 Seconds, which is my dad and I’s favorite movie. A beautiful dark gray with metallic flakes and two black racing stripes running along the entire top of the car. Once some of the shock wore off, my pops and I immediately popped the hood of the car, both hoping to find the same thing underneath it, a 429 Cobra Jet. The 429 Cobra is a very rare motor that was only used in select cars, it produces 375 horsepower and 480 foot pounds of torque. “Thank you so much for this gift!” my pops said with a lot of emotion in his voice as he ran and hugged my ma. “No thank you for twenty amazing years!” my mom replied as she pulled away after the embrace. I was already sitting in the car when my dad got in and finally started it up. Him and I sat in suspense as the starter rolled the engine to life and we both sat there smiling ear to ear as we listened to the engine rumble, producing enough horse that it was actually twisting the front end of the car everytime pops gave it some
Imposing even when not in motion, monster trucks of today are high-octane mechanisms of mayhem. The evolution of these arena-filling creations garners great interest within the auto culture, given the capacity for performance today’s formidable monster trucks possess. Modified trucks emerged as sideshow entertainment, but today the industry’s grandest machines fill some of the nation’s most sizable venues with their gravity-defying feats, as families marvel at the bedlam on display when truck capabilities are put to the test.
Looking up, you see that it is almost your turn. After getting off the hood of the car, open the door, and sit inside the vehicle. As you firmly grasp the wooden steering wheel, the scent of unleaded gasoline fills the air, the rigid feel of the leather racing seat brushes skin, and the warm touch of chrome on the shifter radiates through the car. Sliding the key into the ignition, you turn it and hear the low grumble of the HiPo 302 cubic inch engine. You shift the car into first gear and begin to creep forward to the drag strip.
charge ten to twenty dollars per mile an hour over the speed limit. The officer
The 1996 documentary Who Killed the Electric Car? explores the factors behind the demise of General Motors’ EV1, the popular and elusive electric car of the early 1990’s. The EVI was popular with the public, and it was clean, fast and efficient. This video sets out to solve what is effectively a murder mystery – the plug was pulled on the EV1 in 2002 after only 1,000 of these cars had been produced by GM, most of which were subsequently destroyed by the company in a secret location in the Arizona desert.
I climbed upstairs, seething with a rage mixed with adolescent hormones and self pity. I reached my bedroom, threw back the drapes, approached the window from where the air conditioner was perched and jerked open the window. To my horror, the air conditioner tumbled backwards out the window, end over end and landed squarely on the roof of my fathers two day old Buick. The Buick roof crumpled like a piece of paper. Meanwhile, the air conditioner had bounced off the car and landed sharply on our paved driveway. The whole incident took no more than a few seconds and yet my mind played it back in horrific, slow motion. I surveyed the scene. My dad's Buick looked like somebody had taken a sledge hammer and swung a lethal blow to its middle. The air conditioner lay in a heap of scrap metal beside the car.
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.
Have you ever been pulled over by a police officer where you were given a ticket? If you have that is one part of their job. Traffic enforcement is one of the most recognizable and universal police responsibilities. Marked police cars are easy to see and most Americans have been stopped for a traffic violation. Some of these violations are s...
What does this mean for you? Usually a speeding ticket or if your infraction isn't a flagrant disregard for safety, a friendly warning.
It is 8:45 and Paul has just gotten on the interstate to make his normal commute to Longview from Tyler. About halfway there, Paul notices a state trooper right behind him. He frantically checks his speed! Too late!!!!!! The state trooper turns on his lights. Not only was Paul speeding, but now he will be late to a very important meeting at work.
Moreover, not only did I not comply with the speed limit, I did not obey my
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
One 17-year-old teen was driving a Blue Mercedes Benz car with his other five friends. They were coming back to Ohio from Houston. It was Tuesday and it wasn’t a much traffic on the highway so one of his friends challenged him to drive over 200km/h however his other friends tried to stop him but he accepted the challenge anyway.
The first model Mustang the early 1965, or as many like to call it the 1964 and one-half Mustang, interests me the most because of its unique design and style. The rareness of this year’s Mustang fascinates me because so little are left; over the years people have either crushed or cut them up and made race cars out of them, which makes me sad to see these rare, fascinating cars go to waste. When the 1964 and one half debuted, only a coupe and a convertible could be purchased featuring a base 170 cu in six-cylinder engine with a three-speed floor shift transmission, also available with a 260 cu in V8 engine, in addition to a four-speed manual transmission or a three-speed “Cruise-O-Matic” transmission. The interior featured “wall-to-wall” c...
Finally it passed through the other side followed by an eerie screeching sound. The dreadful sound was emanating from the dry rotted tires that were rubbing against the rails. After the car emerged from the exit of the car wash, it was then wiped dry by the co-workers of the car wash. Watching the employee’s wipe the car I could hear the boy my age say, “I feel bad for who ever owns that car”. The car was fully washed and ready to go as one of the staff members approached the benched and asked which one of us the owner of the vehicle. Again the muttered another comment, “sure isn’t mine”. The comment from the boy made me hesitant, but for a moment I realized the only person I was fooling was myself. So I picked myself up and as I was about to leave, the man in his mid forties stated to me “it could have been worse, my first car barely ran”. With that comment I was a little more encouraged to get into the car and leave with some dignity.