Using my phone while driving was becoming a habit. I had the idea that I was experienced enough for it. Is there even an experience you reach to get to do that? One day after practice I guess I still believed I was experienced enough to use my phone while driving, because I got in my car and started driving while trying to find a song to listen to. It was a hot summer day and the sun was shining bright.
And on this beautiful day I got one step closer to becoming a man because I took my driver’s test, and I passed. I can remember everything like it was yesterday. It was Tuesday the day before Halloween. I woke up to get ready for school with one thing and one thing only on my mind, would I pass or fail my driver’s test. I went to school and I can remember being so anxious to get out of school to achieve this goal that long awaited me, but the school day seemed endless.
Senior citizens who would like to keep driving should have to re-take their drivers test, and do so every few years to keep the roads a safe place to be. Senior drivers have the highest number of accidents per mile then any other age group, including young drivers (Rosenfield, par 1). This is a scary statistic. It is always the joke “watch out, little Billy’s getting his license,” that is made when a young person gets their license. Well this isn’t a joke when it comes to senior drivers.
He then won the Agua Caliente Handicap in Tijuana, Mexico in track-record time in his final race. He inspired everyday people to keep going no matter how tough things got and made the poor a little bit richer. Did you enjoy the film? Phar Lap was a very enjoyable movie to watch and learn from. Before watching the film I didn’t really know who Phar Lap was and the history behind it, but since I have watched the film I gained a lot of knowledge about Phar Lap and Australian history.
A car ride conversation—that was the most significant risk I’ve ever taken. I remember every detail like it was yesterday. It was one of the first warm days of the year, sometime in mid-April. I was riding in the car with my sister-in-law, Michelle, and she was taking me back home after I stayed with her and my brother during my spring break. The radio was on and the windows were down; it was as cliché as any car ride can get.
The Poem that Stephen Dunn wrote has real parallels to using my car as my sacred place. Traveling to High School took over an hour each way every day. We lived far away, at least 20 miles from school. My friends always wanted a ride with me. It was better than the bus.
By having driver license and a car it taught me to maintain the upkeep of my car. I had to always make sure there was plenty of gas, oil and air in the tires. Always, keep my grades at the highest level, or I would be grounded from driving. This would also, allow me to drive myself to school, work or just about anywhere I wanted to go. Of course I had to take my younger sibling places also.
There’s more to it than it may seem. My lifelong dream career is to be an automotive engineer. Ever since I was a child, I would always look at the cars passing by in the street and guess what make or, if I felt lucky, guessed the model. I recall saying to my parents that I would even develop a car that would run on any renewable resource. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been fascinated by how the car came to be, the world’s number one choice of transportation.
First of all, I love waking up on a Friday morning knowing that all I have to do is go to work, attend my class, and after, do whatever I want because there is no going to sleep early, or waking up early in the morning for work or school, every Friday when I wake up I get the same exact feeling, the feeling of knowing that Friday is the perfect day to be a different person, and that I am going to have the time to do all the activities I was unable to complete during the week because of my busy schedule. In addition, when I get to the
Teenagers always generate the best ideas, so as immature teenagers we decided that “borrowing” golf carts was a great proposal. Even though borrowing sounds effortless, there was a lot of initiative, bravery and intellect needed to have access and drive the carts. Firstly, we went through the carts’ storage and we took the easiest cart of storeroom. After we “borrowed” it out, we were all hand shaking, afraid, and frightened because if the security of the condominium knew we were stealing, they would quickly tell Sebastian’s mom, which will turn to be the worse event in the entire weekend. We drove all day long without anyone interrupting or telling us to put the cart back.