StanNJ
After driving 800 miles non-stop to visit my family, I got lost for the only time that day within 2 blocks of my old home.
After driving 800 miles non-stop to visit my family, I got lost for the only time that day within 2 blocks of my old home.
As I kept my foot firmly on the brake while my car slid down the icy hill, I found it interesting that a stop sign was literally going to stop my car.
Our papa turned around in the drivers seat to urgently wag his finger at us whilst saying, "Never cook bacon naked!"
As my mom drove away, after backing into the corner of our fenced in yard with our 15-passenger van, she yelled at us, "FIX THE FENCE!"
My aunt taught me to drive in the cemetery because "I couldn't hurt anyone in there."
I probably should not have been so surprised by the odd look the couple in the other truck gave me when they saw me brushing my teeth as I drove down the street in mine.
We decided we could hold it when a huge gray wolf sauntered into the middle of the rest stop.
I had only had my driver's license for a few weeks and really hadn't given much thought to what would happen if you hooked up the jumper cables on the wrong terminals.
Apparently it's dangerous to drive and cry at the same time.
I looked to my left and thought "The way he's driving, he's gonna run into someone," right as I smashed into the car in front of me.
I slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding the squirrel, glad I wouldn't have to face the irony of killing him while driving to an animal sanctuary.
As I drove the car at 25 mph, gripping the wheel and glancing nervously at the snow along the road, I realized that I would have to choose between driving safely and keeping the tailgaters happy.
My horn was broken, so I waved my arms trying to get the car in front of me to notice the green light.
The cold night precursed a cold week, with no sunshine in the forecast.
If I lived my life the way I drive my car, I'd be a friendless billionaire.
I spent hours driving aimlessly that night, so I could feel free for a change.
As luck would have it, there was an empty Gatorade bottle in the car.
I was driving to my night class in my beat-up red jeep and the memory of how he held me last night sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with being cold.
My eyes watered and I got all choked up as the officer checked off the "FAIL" box on my road test application for the 2nd time this week.
The only time my father ever considered breaking the speed limit was on the highway to the hospital, where I was delivered ten minutes after arrival.