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Zarak Niazi Ms. Zanotto Short Story, Period 2 October 4th, 2017 Home Is Where the Car Is Roaring engines are often not synonymous with comfort, regardless that was what an engine symbolized for me. Throughout my childhood, I often found myself sleeping, hurdling down roads in my own bubble of isolated roaring noise, elevated above the pavement below. This island of solace has always been my away place from the world. A place which only grew as I matured. My earliest memories often entail the roaring of my safety cushion along the great Californian and East Coast roads. These roads symbolized my adolescent life through the back seat of the Lexus LX450 which I grew to know and love. This big beige car is older than I am and has been in my family for 17 years. Its split tailgate is extremely worn, the bumpers all have their own dents each with their own long tale. The paint is peeling in some places and has been rather crudely painted over by my father. Its battery hardly charges, The antennae for the radio no longer rises and falls. This hunk of rugged machinery is far from abrasive on the inside. Although original leather material of its interior was once a cold beige shell, it has since been familiarized by wear. These seats always had a certain familiarity to me. The soiled seats dredged with the remains of past travel snacks and the stains which come naturally from exposure to young children. Perhaps the most notable aspect of the car was simply the minutiae which

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