My First Car - Original Writing

During our first run Taylor and I noticed that the car was turning way to the left. So in order to fix this we started our car as far to the right of the track as possible. After our first trials we realized that we needed to fix our string. We needed to cut the string we had attached off of our car and make a new one. When we made a new one me made it a little bit longer than the car and only hot glued it to the hook, not to the frame. Our new string had a loop in the end of it so we could put that on the toothpick. So now we understood that the toothpick did have a real purpose and we couldn’t glue the string to the mousetrap. After we made these changes we ran our car three more times.

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

As a young teenager, my love for cars and trucks grew strong. It seamed like every few months my father had a new car but didn’t understand why we couldn’t keep them all. At the time, my dad worked at an auto body shop, he took unrecognizable wreaked cars and repaired them to like new condition. In order to make extra income for the family, my father and I worked on his side projects every weekend. I was amazed with the inner mechanics of the numerous vehicles we worked on over the years. It always astonished me every time we recycled a distorted shell of a car and reassembled it into a shiny refurbished vehicle. Those long weekends, my dad not only taught me how to repair vehicles, but he also imbued in me that

"truth is a mutating, subjective figure in streetcar with each of the principals having different relationship with the idea of truth"

One of the most important events that happened in my life was just recently, and that was buying my second car. This thought process was in the making for quite a while, considering that I was getting tired of taking my silver Hyundai Elantra in the garage every four months for repairs. For that reason, it made sense that it was time for a new car or a used one, I did not care which all I cared about was that it had to be a manual transmission. In addition, the fact that I outright hate going car shopping, I put it off and off until this past January. Since my mom had surgery that month, she was home and could go car shopping for me, well searching on the computer shopping. Since she was doing that, I did not have to worry about it and she knew what I wanted for a car.

In conclusion, my 1st car was a bust traveling 9.8 cm/s, my 2nd car did pretty well traveling 35.86 cm/s, but wasn’t built very well and lastly my 3rd car was the most successful, traveling 50.16 cm/s. Over the time that I worked on this project my skills really did advance. In the beginning, I was clueless and now, with the materials, I could make another car in a day. I learned a lot from trial and error.

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

At the age of 17 all I could think about was having a car. However, I understood that owning a car, I would be required to have a job. This would allow me to pay for insurance, gas and maintenance issues. I also understood buying a car required me to have a driver license. After taking all the necessary steps to purchase my first car. The very first car I bought was a “lemon”.

It was a cold December night shortly after dusk, a likely setting for an event that would prove to be life altering. As fate would have it, this would be the night that I lost the material possession that truly meant the most to me. I would lose the one thing that gave me much pride and joy and excitement. I often think back and liken us to a newlywed couple, for we had only been together for 18 months and were still very much honeymooning. It was a night, a moment, that even now scoffs and mocks me as I travel thither and yonder with her replacement. But she can never be truly replaced and to call my current fix a replacement seems like a sort of blasphemy.

Working on cars for a living is considered a hobby to people. To society a dirty job that doesn't make a lot of money. Something my parents agree to as well. Their Perfect job for me is to follow my father's footsteps and work for his company. Or to Be like my uncle's, who are business owners and make well money. Might sound nice for someone who's just after the money, the title or position of authority but not me.

The sting of sorrow is numbed by the medicine that has been gifted to me: friends who let me over to their house without asking why they are never invited to mine, familiar desert cities that I can escape to for the summer, aunts and uncles that are immeasurably sane, and cars donated posthumously by angels.

Building a car is no simple task, as shown in this video of how a Ford Mustang is made from start to finish. The process of assembling a car is one that requires a large amount of both human and material resources. This video shows every subassembly, bolt, and piece of metal that is used in creating the resulting product, a Ford Mustang. Even though one part or one

Since I was a child, I have always dreamed I could have a car which belongs to me. I still remembered when I was four years old, my parents gave me a remote control car as my birthday gift. After that day I started to fall in love with cars.

Boundaries are infinite, and yet they are meant to be surpassed. Each and every one of us comes from a different past; we all face different boundaries that restrict us from achieving what we want in life. I digress due to slow starts, but feeling destined for greatness drives me to exceed the expectations from society; being a poster child of a kid who would never amount to anything. Being that child from a family that was broken due to drugs, rape, mental issues, and alcohol, dealing with the military life with social anxiety, and being left with nothing. I continue to progress. I continue to chase my destiny, my legacy for greatness.

I could feel the cold brisk air brushing up against my skin as I ventured through the darkness in this vacant parking lot on a dreary Sunday night in November. I could see a car in the distance and began to approach it. The car appeared to be an old rusted out vehicle with extremely tinted windows that were dark like death. As I looked inside the vehicle I noticed that the car was as clean as a crystal. Not a speck of dust could be found on the interior and the floor mats were completely spotless. It was as if the vehicle had never been driven before. I then put my hand on the door and proceeded to step inside of the vehicle. As I did so I felt a sensation through my whole body that made me tingle. It was an unwelcoming sensation as if I was entering a whole new world. As I sat down there's was a smell, a sheer clean smell similar to that of a fresh load of laundry. Goosebumps came about all over my body as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I put my hands on the steering wheel and my mind took me into another dimension. Taking a glance in the rearview mirror I could see a mysterious person approaching the vehicle. As I examined the person I came to the conclusion that this must be the owner of the vehicle. I noticed they were dressed in all black and carrying what seemed to be a grocery bag of some sort. In panic, I got out of the car and looked at what appeared to be a male figure. The man was very masculine and tall. His mere presence was enough to strike fear into