Countless different roads to travel and somehow I chose the darkest, gravel road, the first mistake of that night. My conference cross country race was the following morning, one of the most critical races of the season, yet I was out driving on an obscure road. Late-night driving with one of my good friends, Kav, seemed like an amusing idea but as I turned onto that gravel road, the events that followed only went downhill, literally. The story began the night before the race, the entire team was together for a team dinner. Laughter filled the house as my teammates and I were having fun, enjoying all sorts of entertainment together. The festivity didn’t last long as everyone headed home, wanting to prepare for the next morning. Since the night was still young, Kav and I decided it was an ideal night for an adventure. We left the dinner, turned the volume dial up to a deafening pitch …show more content…
The conversation between us flowed effortlessly, fluctuating from topic to topic as we talked about anything and everything. Time continued to pass as we got lost in the conversation and accustomed to the swaying car as we rounded the corners on this perpetual road. We had driven an immense amount before we realized how late it was and agreed it was time to turn around. Kav and I had noticed the road was very confined, resulting in not much space to turn around. Kav, knowing this route better than me, mentioned there might be an opening to turn around in further up the road. I, only having six points deducted from my drivers test 3 months prior to this, responded, “Don’t worry, my y-turn skills are proficient”, I then proceeded the steps of completing a y-turn. My lack of knowledge about this narrow road was quite conspicuous when I put my car in reverse and backed directly into the ditch. The level of embarrassment I had reached that night was atrocious as the heat rose to my face and Kav’s detectable laugh filled my