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Articles
A Short Story: Road Rage
By Nessa Garcia (Aggressive
Driver)
La Jolla is a beautiful place and there’s no
arguing that. However, its roads are not as pretty. I’m not talking about
potholes or things like that, but rather, the drivers that I come across when I
drive to or from school. To further clarify, I think there’s something about La
Jolla that can transform us all into
terrible, impatient drivers—but more on that later.
It was a Thursday afternoon last week when I
experienced my first true feelings of road rage. I am no stranger to road rage,
as my mother has demonstrated it for me ever since I was a little girl (love
you, mom), but I am the type of person who hates using her horn and would
prefer to just wait it out if someone is being excessively slow. That being
said, it would have to be something really
provocative and rude to send me into a fit of road rage…can you see where
I’m going here?
Hypothetically, you are at a red light. You are not
using your phone or falling asleep. Then, the light turns green. Before you can
even think or breathe, a girl in a stupid red car behind you beeps her horn.
Not a quick beep, but a long, emotional beep that startles everyone in a 1-mile
radius. You don’t know this girl, but a dark feeling begins to grow inside your
soul. A dark, charcoal-black feeling. Despite this emotion, you suck in your
breath and keep driving. But then, at the next two lights, the girl does the
same exact thing. As you whip your head around, she has her arms up in a
questioning manner, her lips mouthing “What the cluck?!”.
At this point, you may then slam on your breaks,
step out of your car, and approach her stupid red car. You are no longer
socially-conscious because you are angry. Very angry.
What ended up happening was that she sped off
before I reached her, and then I awkwardly scuttled back to my car, the intense
feeling fading away faster than it had come. Road rage had truly altered me.
After I got back in the car and quietly drove
myself home, I realized that La Jolla, a place crowded with people and filled
with numerous left turn yields, will always be a hot spot for road rage. While
this may not a shocker for you, all I ask is that you don’t see yourself as
king/queen of the road. Everyone is always late for something, but don’t lose
patience. It won’t always be a little 5”1 teenager storming towards your red
car.
My Car
By Chris Halter (Nostalgic Driver)
Sometime next week, my car’s odometer will eclipse
180,000 miles: That’s like driving around the Earth 7 times or driving to the
Moon and a third of the way back. This car has seen me evolve from an infant
sitting in a car seat to a teenager sitting in the driver’s seat. In a way it
is like a parent to me, a constant figure in my life from the first moment I
started forming memories. In a world increasingly defined by a “Out with the
old in with new” mentality it isn’t too often I find myself holding onto
outdated items; but my car is a completely different story.
By
current automobile standards my car certainly isn’t the fastest, safest or most
fuel efficient - it tops out at about 17 MPG - and by no means does it turn any
heads in the Bishop’s garage, but what it does have is a soul. Anybody who
drives will know what I’m talking about when referring to “the character” of my
car. If my car were a person it would be a grandfather; an older man that’s
seen the world and its realities and is quick to dispense advice but is ready
to comfort you whenever you’re ready - complete with heated seats. I love my
car because I’ve laughed in it, I’ve cried in it, screamed at other drivers in
it, I’ve contemplated my life in it and it has really become a part of me.
Soon
enough I’ll be headed to college and I know it may seem ridiculous but one of
the things I’ll miss most is waking up each morning and driving to school in my
car; it’s a time that is unique because those moments alone in the car are
yours alone. Maybe college is 6 months away for you or 4 years away, but
regardless of when you’ll be leaving home I urge you take notice of the things
that have been a part of your life, and be thankful for them.
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