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There was that memorable sound of clicking. So fast.
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
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So the police never found out?
Well I suppose you'd have a criminal record if they did...
Well I suppose you'd have a criminal record if they did...
phi11ip wrote:
> So what happened after you crashed it?
We panicked for a bit, screaming and swearing out so loud. And then walked back to where we were staying. Once we got there, we realised we'd left the house keys back at the car which was almost a half mile walk back! Along with the tax disc in it from another car.
It's not 'as bad' as it actually sounds. The Range Rover belonged to my grandparents. But took it while they were away on holiday. But still, the car was already stolen and had been passed on to them.
It was mainly used for the land(farm) it was on, just not on the road. So the police was all that was being worried about.
> Did you get found out?
Yes. Rang someone up and told them about it. Didn't want to get grandparents in trouble too for having a stolen car.. Damn it, that sounds bad! They didn't steal it!
But that was ages ago when I knew next to nothing about law and paid no attention to crime.
I'm an angel now.
Kids. Joyriding is NOT cool..
> So what happened after you crashed it?
We panicked for a bit, screaming and swearing out so loud. And then walked back to where we were staying. Once we got there, we realised we'd left the house keys back at the car which was almost a half mile walk back! Along with the tax disc in it from another car.
It's not 'as bad' as it actually sounds. The Range Rover belonged to my grandparents. But took it while they were away on holiday. But still, the car was already stolen and had been passed on to them.
It was mainly used for the land(farm) it was on, just not on the road. So the police was all that was being worried about.
> Did you get found out?
Yes. Rang someone up and told them about it. Didn't want to get grandparents in trouble too for having a stolen car.. Damn it, that sounds bad! They didn't steal it!
But that was ages ago when I knew next to nothing about law and paid no attention to crime.
I'm an angel now.
Kids. Joyriding is NOT cool..
Ms NY wrote:
> I was a little rebel, I stole a car.. drove it.. and smashed it to pieces
:O
Shocked I am...
> I was a little rebel, I stole a car.. drove it.. and smashed it to pieces
:O
Shocked I am...
I don't think she's going to, cos I've been waiting here for a long time...
So what happened after you crashed it?
Did you get found out?
Carry on.
Did you get found out?
Carry on.
Im starting to change my mind about the 'glad you survived' bit...
(Only kidding)
Mr. No shoes
(Only kidding)
Mr. No shoes
No.
Ahhhhhhhh.
That's what got me, I couldn't understand where you had to be 16 to drive...
....you're joking right?....
That's what got me, I couldn't understand where you had to be 16 to drive...
....you're joking right?....
Oh!! I geddit. Nah, I was a little rebel, I stole a car.. drove it.. and smashed it to pieces.. Better?! Indeed.
You've confused me too!
Where can you be 16 to drive?
Hmmm.
Or can you be 16 in Ireland or something?
That's what has confused me about it being real or not...
Where can you be 16 to drive?
Hmmm.
Or can you be 16 in Ireland or something?
That's what has confused me about it being real or not...
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