Document Type
Process Analysis Essay
Publication Date
1996
Excerpt
To most restless sixteen-year-olds, obtaining a driver's license is a big deal. To me, it was nothing short of monumental. Driving, however, was at first anything but fun for me. In fact, going down the freeway with Mr. Merkler, my drill-sergeant-esque instructor, is something which still pulls me from my sleep every now and again. My dreams usually involve driving to the Mexican border at an incredible speed in a car with an emergency break about as big as good old Don Merkler himself. The cops are on our tail because of some unpaid parking tickets or something. Merkler's face turns beet red as he shouts to me, "Pass this semi NOW, Fett, or I won't give you your waiver!" He begins to cackle so loudly that it almost drowns out the torturous sounds of the dreadful radio station, Oldies 101.7. Actually, the dreams aren't too far off from reality, or at least, that's how I remember it. However, since then, driving has taken on a very different meaning in my life. There is nothing, in my mind, that compares to the freedom of the open road.
Recommended Citation
Fett, Jennifer, "The Road to Liberation (1996)" (1996). The Valpo Core Reader. 208.
http://scholar.valpo.edu/core_reader/208