To start, I would prefer to devolve deep into my personal history behind the wheel. An overcast day was going to be my first behind-the-wheel with a small driver-ed company in my small town. I sat in the back seat as I watched the other driver's ed student complete his full hour behind the wheel. I waited, taking in as many tips and guides that were established during the drive so that I could utilize them myself when I was placed in the fresh leather seats as my face appeared player and player each minute it got closer to my turn. And soon enough the hour met one PM. It was time for us to switch, my faithful instructor went to prepare the car for my experience and while she did that, the previous student slipped out the door and carried on home, lucky him. Upon her return she pondered and asked where the previous student went, I replied.
“Guess he bailed.” 
Her face lit with shock, knowing full well that I had to endure an hour of someone's time she felt pity for me. With a displeased look on her face, she said he’d be scolded later; little did I know that I should have followed him out the door. But now I was content, having no other student in the car surprisingly relieved some of the heart-palpitating stress I had been experiencing up until that point. With a wave of the hand, she necked me to the car, unaware of the stories that would follow suit. In the beginning, I was very proud of my performance. I was successfully able to climb hills with just the pressure of my foot and keep a strong grip on the wheel through the long, drawn-out turns of the hillside. Before I knew it, we sat in the middle of nowhere stopped at a four-way intersection, I'd never been over here before, and with my foot placed happily on the break I was able to take in my surroundings; the trees were far from the roads leaving plenty of space for hills with grassy covers to reveals their bumps and imperfections, I had the time to imagen children stopping and playing in those fields, I was also able to stop my train of thought as I looked at the rather deep trench that was placed next to the stop sign, of which we were stopped at… Wait, why are we suddenly moving?
WHAM!
A black boxy car crashed into us at 65 miles per hour and flung us into the ditch, mostly uninjured and shaken. I look at my surroundings, terrified to move anything but my eyes. The first thing I noticed is the cracked windshield, the cold Wisconsin winter breeze flows through the cracks and shards at an alarming speed, and it’s cool air flushes over my sweaty forehead. The cold air wakes me up from my daze as I realize that we have crash-landed in the grass, with little damage to the front and massive damage to the rear.
This story has changed my life for the worse. At the time of the accident, I was a lonely fifteen-year-old who was scared but eager to get my license. Hit by a drunk driver in the middle of the day. I was not harmed in any major way but still had to endure physical therapy after my crash; but I have gained strength ever since. However, not all is well, as I still retain the metal damage that this crash caused me. Luckily, I don’t have a fear of cars but driving still can scare me to this day. Either way, I value the importance of not drinking while driving since it has affected me so much. Driving under the influence of alcohol has hurt me and many others and I believe it should be taken very seriously and should be addressed during the driver’s education. 
There can be other steps to reduce the number of deaths while driving, such as removing distractions from the car such as a phone, and when these practices are done by a friend or a neighbor they should be addressed and held accountable for their actions. Another concept that should not be overlooked to address road safety is to always treat your vehicle with respect. It should be neglected and pushed off to the side if there's an issue as it can be a hazard to yourself and others on the road. 
For the most part, I would call myself a regular safe driver. But if I had to somehow achieve ultimate driver status, I would most likely have to cut the music from my driving experience completely, as much as I enjoy how well it passes the time it also can be a rather scary distraction that can often get overlooked. Once a stellar new jam comes fresh off the press it can be distracting to try and learn the lyrics while taking a left turn. There are also steps I could take to become a better passenger while in the car of a friend or family member. Talking while driving may be difficult for some so a better alternative would be to avoid a conversation where the driver isn't constantly engaged with the passenger(s). Instead, a passenger can tell a story to pass the time as we reach our destination.