Legal Analysis Statement of Facts: The Grays purchased a new 1972 Ford Pinto hatchback in the fall of 1971. The car was only a month old when the Grays purchased it and from the get-go the Grays had problems. During the first few months, they had to return the car to the dealership for repairs. The problems consisted of; excessive gas and oil consumption, down shifting of the automatic transmission, lack of power, and occasional stalling. The causes of the excessive fuel consumption and stalling would later be learned were caused by a heavy carburetor float.
The car she is driving, some old blue bomb, is abandoned outside the drug testing office. She’s walking several miles a day to the drug court office because people who are unemployed or not in school have to put in hours cleaning up the place. Finally, in July 2006, Dawn uses drugs and knows she will get caught. She makes up a half-hearted story but, truly, she’s tired. Tired of being a failure.
Over the Christmas break I got two speeding ticks which made my mother very furious. On my way home three weeks ago, I got a third speeding ticket after my mother had warned me to drive carefully. When I got home she jokingly said “no tickets this time right?” “nope” I replied. There was no way I could have told her the truth. She was so happy my father had just been offered a job to be a professor of University of Utah.
BMW, which is a German manufacturer that is well-known for its luxury cars, took a stand to stop texting and driving with several ads in 2011. "Overprotective" is the title of one of the televisual ads. This ad is obviously directed at anyone who is a parent and drives a car, but it could even make others think twice before texting while driving. The ad features six parents who are all overprotective, and it seems like it would do well at catching the attention of all kinds of parents, as it is very comical up until the very last few seconds. The ad starts out with a mom standing in a parking lot with her daughter, who looks like she may be getting ready to walk into school, when the mom squirts hand sanitizer all over her daughter's hands and arms.
My son Travis had to hit his brakes unexpectedly because a young girl in front of him did not use her blinker as she turned the corner. On another occasion while my son was waiting to turn left at an intersection, an oncoming motorist failed to use his signal to turn right, which caused to wait longer than necessary before turning. I have now noticed Travis using his signal to turn into the driveway of his home! The second inadequate skill involves drivers barely coming to a complete stop while at stop signs, or stopping for school buses. One morning I explained to Travis that drivers always have to stop for school buses when the stop sign is out, regardless of which direction they are heading.
The more I looked at the ride, the more I wanted to puke. I knew I shouldn’t have come here, from the minute everyone started talking about the cyclone. This was a mistake, this was all a mistake. “Madison! Are you okay?
John Doe Teacher English 111 1/20/13 My First Time Getting Pulled Over “Ma’am, license and registration please,” the officer asked. My whole body went numb; it was like I was having an out of body experience. After a couple seconds I slowly got feeling back and realized I better do what he says. Reaching back into my car my hands were shaking tremendously, noticing my fingers didn’t quite have feeling in them yet. I was fumbling through my purse trying to find my license, and then though my glove box for my registration, it felt like it took forever.
In the story “Let it Snow” by David Sedaris the first person character talks about how snow was a regular thing in winter when he lived in New York, but when he moved to North Carolina it rarely snowed. He recalls when he was in fifth grade that it snowed so much that school was canceled for several days. He goes on to say that his mother had a breakdown and kicked them out of the house, without letting them back in or even acknowledging them. They were so desperate to get back into the house that they came up with a plan to have their little sister get hit by a car so their mother would feel bad about herself and not treat them badly anymore. A neighbor found out what they were doing and informed the mother.
Would I get a traffic ticket if the police arrive? How could I explain to my family about this event? Those were all I thought about when I just got a silly accident. I was so nervous and anxious so that I couldn’t think of any solution for the problem I had made. It was a Thursday afternoon just about 4 months ago.
It’s strange, because I only take this route on Fridays, because traffic is bad on the interstate around 12-1pm, and this is the only day I have class at that time. The whole situation now seems surreal, and like an act of fate. What if class had been cancelled? What if the traffic didn’t look so bad on the interstate that day? What if I had left the house just a few moments earlier?