Bizarre Car Wreck
December 12, 2009
I have this passion that makes my legs shake. I imagine freewill over the open plains as I sit in my car. My stomach twists and churns as I realize where my thoughts are taking me. My palms get warm and tingly then slowly begin to sweat. Of course, it is not really just the passion of being in a speeding car. Rather, it is the yearning to drive and feel the ground rumbling beneath me. I rely only on my own gut instinct.
I am in love with this adrenaline rush.
Despite the urge to speed, four summers ago I decided to go four wheeling in my Toyota Celica. I quaked inside from the excitement as we flew down Interstate 87. The music was blaring and the warm summer air brushed through our hair as we finally came up to a dirt road. With no one in sight, my little sister Alisha and my friend Anthony raced ...view middle of the document...
I grabbed the steering wheel with all my strength trying not to lose control as we were unexpectedly propelled into the air. We slammed into a tree, a rock, and rolled over a barb wire fence. The car stopped on its side after rolling three times. I called for Alisha and Anthony but dirt filled the air making visibility impossible. All I could think about was getting out as I heard dripping coming from the car. Reality set in, as I realized how much trouble we were in. Anthony and I decided to push the car back onto all four tires. We were successful but it only made the situation worse as the car fell on top of the keys and into a ditch. We decided to give up and leave the car behind.
I was paralyzed with fear while I watched the front door. Another loud knock rang throughout the house. Anthony jumped up and answered the door. A Mesa police officer was standing at my front door asking for me. I stopped for a moment and then quickly walked up to the door. The officer asked if I was Lynda Hilburn, I replied with a quaky yes. He then asked if I owned a 1985 Toyota Celica again I replied with a yes. He flashed his flashlight in my eyes and asked if I knew where my car was. I told him I had left it out in the desert after a car accident. He then advised me that an officer from Fort McDowell would be contacting me and that I would need to be at the station by 6:00 A.M. then he walked back to his car.
My car was totaled. The officer was charging me with three hit and run charges, trespassing, reckless endangerment, and leaving the scene of an accident. Mesa PD and Fort McDowell PD had a helicopter and dog searching for an hour. I was thought to be dead until the officer presented himself at my house. I was not only looking at jail time but $20,000 in fines. The officer asked if I was responsible for the donuts and I told him I was. He laughed and asked if I was also the 2006 high school graduate and again I said yes. He looked at my father and back at me then handed me all of my belongings as he sent me on my way. I learned a valuable lesson that morning; fancy driving should be left to the professionals.