I’ll start this blog with the scariest day of my life. It was the day of junior prom, and it couldn’t have been a more beautiful and exciting day. I was driving to Lacey to pick up my friend Amanda who would be my date for the night – stupid boys... Of course we had to rush home to get our hair and makeup done by my sister. She was waiting at my house, impatiently, I might add. I was getting calls up the wazoo to come home ASAP. However, Amanda forgot to tell me that she needed to go fake and bake before our big night out. So I drove her to the tanning salon and waited for her to burn for twelve minutes, which then seemed like an eternity. After that we really had to pedal-to-the-metal to get home in time. I was right about to turn from Route 9 onto Station Road, when the light turned yellow. I thought I could make it, but just as I was turning I watched the light turn red. I thought nothing of it, until I saw red and blue lights flashing in my rear-view. It was probably the scariest thing I had ever experienced up to that point. I said sorry to the cop and after almost peeing my pants, he let me go with a warning. As late as we were, we had to rush our hair and makeup. By the time we left my house, pictures had started about 45 minutes prior. I must admit I was rushing and maybe driving a little crazy, but when some old fart cut me off I was livid. I then did the not-so-mature thing and swerved in front of him. He then proceeded to re-cut me off! It was nuts, and it was my breaking point. I knew I wasn’t a good enough driver to be messing around like this, so I cooled my jets and just drove. Then, he put on his directional to go left. I moved to the left to pass him when he turned, and he DIDN’T TURN! He tried to trick me and I had to swerve off the road and almost hit his car! I wasn’t sure if I really hit it but I did the only thing I could think of and sped off. He followed me. It was even more scary then the cop situation that happened two hours earlier. This was clearly not my day. He kept following me, beeping and sticking a choice finger out of his window, while yelling profanity that made me blush. So I did the dumbest thing possible, and I got out of my car, heels and dress and all. As soon as the creep saw me his whole attitude changed, most likely because I was wearing a prom dress that was not too modest. I asked him what the *insert expletive here* he wanted, and he said “just be a better driver” and went on his merry way. Well, we arrived at pictures an hour late, and I was shaking too much to even take any pictures, but that whole day taught me a very valuable lesson – don’t be an asshole driver. I was more confident driving then I should have been, considering I had only had my license for five months. If I didn’t go through that, I wouldn’t have been so serious about being safe. Driving around with the windows down, shades on, music blasting, and your friends sitting next to you, you are more careless. It happens to the best of us, but you have to keep in mind that no matter what you still need to drive safely.
If you really think about it you can’t really tell who a person is by the way they drive. You can be shy, but you can be a jerk on the road. Or you can be a loudmouth, but you are the kind of person that follows all the speed limits and lets people cut you off.
You see some crazy things when driving. While driving with a friend, coming home from North Jersey, we were driving and feeling awesome speeding along, so we tried to have fun. We saw a good looking guy in a big truck, and we screamed out the window to him. He clearly liked the attention and wanted to play games. He tried to impress us by cutting off absolutely everyone and speeding so he could be ahead of us. Oh how romantic, right? Not. He was being stupid and he could have gotten all of us killed. We learned our lesson about never doing that again because we realized how dangerous it really was.
If I could mold myself into the perfect driver, I would. However, there is no such thing. People do the best they can, and that’s fine with me. Unfortunately not everyone is cautious and safe while driving, but that will never change, so I don’t dwell on it. But as for myself, I’ll be the safe one, going the speed limit and stopping at red lights like a good little girl.
If you really think about it you can’t really tell who a person is by the way they drive. You can be shy, but you can be a jerk on the road. Or you can be a loudmouth, but you are the kind of person that follows all the speed limits and lets people cut you off.
You see some crazy things when driving. While driving with a friend, coming home from North Jersey, we were driving and feeling awesome speeding along, so we tried to have fun. We saw a good looking guy in a big truck, and we screamed out the window to him. He clearly liked the attention and wanted to play games. He tried to impress us by cutting off absolutely everyone and speeding so he could be ahead of us. Oh how romantic, right? Not. He was being stupid and he could have gotten all of us killed. We learned our lesson about never doing that again because we realized how dangerous it really was.
If I could mold myself into the perfect driver, I would. However, there is no such thing. People do the best they can, and that’s fine with me. Unfortunately not everyone is cautious and safe while driving, but that will never change, so I don’t dwell on it. But as for myself, I’ll be the safe one, going the speed limit and stopping at red lights like a good little girl.
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