When my friend told me her brother once
crashed into a tree, I thought, what an idiot! At least he
couldíve crashed into another car.
Then, the other night, I rammed straight
back into a yellow pole.
I was driving in Chinatown and got lost.
It was dark, and I stopped in an abandoned lot to reassess
where in the world I was going. Then, after figuring it out,
I shifted the stick to reverse. Seeing that nothing solid
was behind me besides a railing fence, I backed up a little
BAM! Imagine how surprised I was when I
heard the sound of grinding metal and broken glass. Hoping,
praying that my car wasnít damaged beyond a few surface
scratches, I got out and took a look.
There were smears of yellow paint on the
fresh dent at the back corner. I looked up and realized I
had crashed into a huge yellow pole. Whatís worse, my right
taillight was completely out, shattered glass, chipped, and
I drove home that night without a single
right signal and only one taillight on. After a lecture on
how careless I am all the time (two accidents already in
your first year of driving), my dad took it to the shop to
get it fixed.
A week later, my baby was back and brand
new; but when I drove it again, my mentality seemed to have
changed. For one, I am deathly alert when the car is in
reverse, doing a complete 360 panoramic checkup before I
budge a since inch. Also, I find myself checking the mirrors
more often when just cruising, looking out for anybody that
might be too close.
It seems now that the more experienced I
am at driving, the more scared I am. I remember when I
started out, my first trip on the highway was in the pouring
rain, driving downtown. Back then, I didnít feel scared at
all. It was exhilaration and freedom, all about that
But now, though that feelingís still
there, driving is more practical, and way scarier. Seeing
accidents, being in accidents, Iíve developed a new sense of
After all, Iíve learned my lesson;
carelessness can cause way more harm than just a dent in the