Then after these questions we ended up on US-31 patrolling for speeders, which is where Deputy Montgomery pulled over two other drivers. When pulling over the first, a woman in a grey Toyota, while originally pulling her over for going 15 miles over the speed limit, he noticed that had improperly displayed her license plate with it being just taped to the rear window of the car. Then after scanning her driver’s license, he noticed that she failed to also change her address as well. After looking over the violations, at first I thought she would receive at ticket with that many warnings, which to my surprise she only received three warnings. The next stop however, had me extremely nervous until we finally let the driver go.
The question of morality in a criminal case has always been a topic of concern. A question arises when considering the following; does a good cause justify a serious crime? In John Brown’s case, he uses the abolitionist’s cause to justify the murder of several men. Though his intentions were good, and his cause was mighty, it’s not morally sound to murder people. Many would argue that he was a hero, that fighting for the end of slavery in the manner he did was an act of bravery.
Speeding up At the beginning of the cross country season I hated cross country absolutely hated it, I would walk down the hallway of saline middle school look at all of the pictures on the wall and saw some of kids running and thought why is My mom doing this to me? I thought I was a terrible at it, I would run like a 9 or 10 minute mile. So when the school year came along I dreaded the end of the day I would look at the clock and think a tiny bit longer, please just a wee longer (and that is very very rare.) When the season began I had a lot of trouble, whether it was keeping up or if it was breathing problems, and My friend Zaske (who was and still is much faster than me) was nice enough that instead of going up with all the faster kids he stayed back with me, but even when he was going his slowest I still had trouble keeping up he would try to encourage me by saying “come on Michael just a little faster,” and I would respond with “i'm…
After the police officer came out of his car and headed to my car, I learned I was twenty over the limit. Therefore, he received a speeding ticket , I looked at the time and my work had already
After waiting for an eternity the officer finally came up to my car with his flashlight that could probably be seen from space it was so bright. Then he began to follow protocol. “Young man are you aware of how fast you were going”. I decided to lie and try to get out of the ticket by saying that I had no clue how fast I was going but my curfew was in 2 minutes and I lived on the next road. Then he threw it on me,”young man i could take you to jail for how fast you were going, but since you 're almost home i’m just going to write you a citation for 70 in a 35”.
Pull over. The cop came to confront me, and I told him everything. He didn’t believe me at first, and then I showed him my badge. He let me go, and I continued to go 100 miles an hour. Thank goodness not many people have cars, or else I would be behind some bad traffic.
I was just minding my business when a cop started asking me random questions. I started to wonder why he was asking me all these questions. They were so random. I wanted to ask him why he was asking me these questions, but I didn 't want to be mean. I was waiting for my friend.
“Stop bitching at me! I’m driving just fine!" “Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line.
After I was pulled over, the officer walked up and asked me for all the normal stuff they ask for. Then he said, ' ' The reason I pulled you over is because your trucks too loud '. I just basically laughed at him. But he was serious.
It was a little late at night and we were on our way to the gas station. As we came to a stop, a cop came up to my window showing his badge and aggressively attempted to make me get out of the car. My mom just sat and watched how I
Narrative Essay #1 Draft #1 “There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution” Meaning there’s a certain time to do something (daring) and there’s a certain time to keep caution about it. TABI was sitting by a group of people, I saw a boy he had a gun in his hand, he had raised it up and down pointing at the sky and pointing it at his own head.
As the trees race by in streaks of reds, yellows, and oranges Bailey shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. Normally she enjoys the fall car rides, especially when it is warm enough to roll down the windows and let the crisp Autumn air in the car. Though today she was riding with me, but my driving wasn’t what was bothering Bailey. It was the loud music that was racing through my car speakers. The rule that Bailey had put down earlier was that the driver got to choose the music, and she really wished in the moment of the loud guitar solo that had she driven instead.
Junior year cross country, a season filled with ups and downs, had passed by. It didn’t quite live up to the expectations set by the year before and instead was similar to freshman year. It was a down season; I had never had one until now. It hit me like how a foot hits the ground during the race: hard. My mind was filled with frustration, and my legs with lactic acid.
From the time I was born I have been surrounded by sports. My dad tells me that while my mother was giving birth he was watching the Major League Baseball all star game and she made him turn it off. My middle name is Brenden, named after the now retired hall-of-famer, left wing, Brendan Shanahan. I can remember being in love with sports for all my life. For birthday parties when I was younger I would have all of my friends come over and we would play pick up baseball games.
My passion for speed is like noting in this world the real felling of freedom in my sole As I strap down and time slows down all I could think of is how fast could I go, to me it started at an early age when my dad broth home a small motorcycle I could barely fit on it of how small it was, at that time it was the fastest ting I have ever been on, the filling I got as I rode around the block I felt invisible like no one could touch me as if I owned the world and earth’s rotation could not keep up with me. Every year my dad will surprise me with a bigger and faster toy he knew my excitement and joy I felt every time I went fast, my happens always broth a smile to his face, not always was it an enjoyment.
