Question

descriptive essay on
the time i got stuck in a traffic jam.

Answer 1

My office is located in Zhangjiang River Harbour, so I drive to my office every day. With the growth in the living standard, the proportion of private car owners is progressively increasingly in recent year and I always got stuck in a traffic, but I was impressed by one of them. It was about half a year ago, I was driving from my office back to home as usual. When I was driving through Yangpu Bridge, which is the only way for me to pass, I was caught in a heavy traffic jam. It slowed to a halt. Typically during my commuting time, half an hour or one hour traffic jams are quite average but that time I was stuck about three hours, I almost got a sleep in my car on the main road. I absolutely hate traffic jams, but I had no way and started to listen to the radio, I switched the channel to Shanghai traffic broadcast, through which I got to know the reason of this traffic jam was a terrible car collision. Several cars were involved. Eventually, the traffic had been dispersed after about 3 hours. Although I hate traffic jams, I have to be more patient on them and if possible I would choose other alternatives to back to my home. Apart from that, I believe this traffic jams would be caused by reckless drivers since they always illegally drive the wrong way and cut without turning the signal on. These drivers are supposed to be punished and educated because nothing is more precious than life.

Answer 2

Answer:

It was the holidays, so my father drove us up to Penang to see his brother and family. On a Monday morning, we left Seremban at 6.45 a.m. and headed to Kuala Lumpur. We started out in the dark, but we cruised along the expressway comfortably. As we approached K.L., the volume of traffic increased visibly. We had to wait in line to pay the toll at the Sungai Besi Toll Plaza. At least ten gates were open, and they were all busy. We had driven forty minutes from Seremban to the toll plaza. Motorcycles whizzed by to our left and right, almost touching the stationary vehicles.

So we crawled along meter by meter. Many impatient drivers drove to the side of the road and followed it. They were not very courteous because their cars kicked up a lot of dust as they drove along the unpaved roadside. Fortunately, our car had an air conditioner. My father turned it on. My mother, sister, and I sat patiently in the car with him. We simply had to move slowly. Following the impatient drivers, according to my father, is both dangerous and illegal.

We were still stuck in between cars, trucks, and motorcycles half an hour later_ We could only move at a snail's pace. My mother remarked that no one could do this every day. My father simply sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

Finally, we started moving a little faster. We had reached the end of the traffic jam. The car gradually gained speed, and we were soon on a relatively clear road. In the car, I looked at the time. It was 9.00 a.m. We had travelled two kilometers in two hours. I stated that we could now move more quickly. My father warned me not to be overly optimistic. There may be more traffic congestion ahead. I exhaled a sigh.

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