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Reflection On â€Å"The Road† By Anthony Ponce Not so long ago I was with three of my friends testing out the driver’s new truck. We were offroading deep in the canyons off of Mulhulland Highway up steep rugged terrain. I had a feeling that what we were doing wasn’t right. It wasn’t safe. Like some teenagers, I pushed those feelings away fooling myself that it was too late. â€Å"There is nothing I could do now.† I thought to myself. â€Å"It’s not like anything is going to happen.† I thought wrong. We reached the hardest point in the trail, Snake Canyon, a winding death wall. A few minutes later the car started skidding backwards. The driver had no control of the car. After a couple of seconds we hit a ditch in the road and the car flipped back wards, but that wasn’t it. We started rolling slowly over the edge. Once over we tumbled down the mountain bouncing on rocks and bush. All I could hear were screams. All I could see was sparks and glass. We must have rolled about eleven times. Those few seconds were the longest moments of my life. When I crawled out of the mangled hunk of metal I was dripping with blood and so were the two of my friends in the back seat. Notice how I said two. The driver wasn’t wearing his seat belt and he was no where to be found. By the time we made it to the main road and got the ambulances to come, the search and rescue team finally found my missing friend and all of them were air lifted to the hospital. I was rode in the ambulance wit h a min! or shoulder injury and some small cuts and bruises. The two kids in the back seat made it ok but since they had no shoulder harness they were sliced up pretty badly by the glass. With only minor cuts to myself I wondered how I had so much blood on me until I heard about the condition of the driver. The driver wasn’t wearing a seat belt so after bouncing around the car for a little bit he has thrown. He had a broken back and a bruised brain. He was... Free Essays on The Road Free Essays on The Road Reflection On â€Å"The Road† By Anthony Ponce Not so long ago I was with three of my friends testing out the driver’s new truck. We were offroading deep in the canyons off of Mulhulland Highway up steep rugged terrain. I had a feeling that what we were doing wasn’t right. It wasn’t safe. Like some teenagers, I pushed those feelings away fooling myself that it was too late. â€Å"There is nothing I could do now.† I thought to myself. â€Å"It’s not like anything is going to happen.† I thought wrong. We reached the hardest point in the trail, Snake Canyon, a winding death wall. A few minutes later the car started skidding backwards. The driver had no control of the car. After a couple of seconds we hit a ditch in the road and the car flipped back wards, but that wasn’t it. We started rolling slowly over the edge. Once over we tumbled down the mountain bouncing on rocks and bush. All I could hear were screams. All I could see was sparks and glass. We must have rolled about eleven times. Those few seconds were the longest moments of my life. When I crawled out of the mangled hunk of metal I was dripping with blood and so were the two of my friends in the back seat. Notice how I said two. The driver wasn’t wearing his seat belt and he was no where to be found. By the time we made it to the main road and got the ambulances to come, the search and rescue team finally found my missing friend and all of them were air lifted to the hospital. I was rode in the ambulance wit h a min! or shoulder injury and some small cuts and bruises. The two kids in the back seat made it ok but since they had no shoulder harness they were sliced up pretty badly by the glass. With only minor cuts to myself I wondered how I had so much blood on me until I heard about the condition of the driver. The driver wasn’t wearing a seat belt so after bouncing around the car for a little bit he has thrown. He had a broken back and a bruised brain. He was...