My Little Encounter with the Police
I bought my car in my junior summer of high school, and it was my dream car. It is bright red with leather seats, removable tops, and is very powerful. It is basically a race car. I have always been intrigued with the art of racing and owning a car like I have I just really wanted to experience it. Nearby my home there is a quarter-mile race track which two cars can race each other. That is one of the only legal ways that one can race automobiles because it is very safe and no spectators can be injured. There is also another way to race cars. It is called street racing and it is totally against the law in every way because not only can you hurt yourself, but at the high speeds that are reached, one can pretty much kill or destroy anything their car could possibly come into contact with. For my first time I chose the street races, and trust me, that was not the right choice. I had only owned my car for two weeks and all I did was drive it, and drive it fast I am ashamed to say. I received three speeding tickets in that brief period of time, and tried to race anything that came close to me. I was talking to one of my neighbors who also owns a nice, quick car and he told me about some very illegal street races about two t
All of us drove in a long single file line into the middle of nowhere, an abandoned road in the middle of the woods. There was nothing for miles. I was one of the first to reach, and of course all men with their cars want to be the fastest on the road, so I challenged my friend Geoff to race. We were the first to the line. This was really intense, I had not raced one of my friends yet, and this was in front of hundreds of people. Wow, my hands were sweating and I was actually shaking waiting for the starter to lower his hands. These five seconds felt like an eternity to me. His hands went down and I launched my car better than I ever had before, I pulled ahead immediately. I was constantly pulling ahead with every gear I shifted and I knew I was going to win the race. When a race is over, It is when one person is ahead and the other knows that there is no way they are going to catch up. I knew I had won, and the way to show you win is to put your hazard lights on because when you are a half mile away from the spectators, that is the only way they know who wins. I was overjoyed I blasted my music and starting singing my favorite song. That is when I realized I was addicted to car racing. My motto is that you learn from your mistakes, and I think that this experience taught me a great deal. I know that if it ever happened again I would have handled it in a completely different manner. I didn't know the consequences of my actions. I mean, what if there was more police officers coming down the other way, the way I was facing. I have matured a great deal since that day, I know of the repercussions of those types of actions and how much they can ruin your life. These days I still race.....but only leg
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