Personal Narrative: A Car's Death

Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In

Have you ever felt that moment that time frozen. well I have, my family's car was on fire and the events that follow were sad.

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

The truck plowed into the car. The car had flipped one time, two times, maybe more. The tiny, sangria red car had been disemboweled. Mirrors smashed. People flew. Car pieces were scattered all across the road. The sounds of horns, music, and clanking metal enveloped the me.

The car is a servant to the man is vivid to me because you can take a car to get places. The man drives the car like a jet is also vivid to me. I can see a man driving his car like a jet. The car is a restaurant another unusual one to me because I can’t picture it in my mind. The car is a word of the device would be another unusual one to me because I am not sure what it means. The car is a night club surprising to me because I can’t picture it as a nightclub. The car is a holder of mail is vivid to me because I keep mail in my car all the time. The woman uses the car as a glamour studio would be a surprising one to me because I would use the bathroom to glamour myself. The car is a family shuttle vivid to me because I can see a family using

In my heart, I knew it couldn’t be true, but they all said she was dead. I was at her funeral and everyone told me to move on, but I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.

I agree, the first situation in your post would be the best solution. Almost, 10 years ago my husband was driving our car from the Naples Grape Festival. The roads from Canandaigua to Naples has blind spots on the hills. My mom just purchased that car for us through an auction, so I had just put the basic insurance on it. I didn’t have the Comprehensive. Anyways, there were 4 cars stop at the bottom of a hill, the first car waiting to turn left. We drove up the hill and by the time my husband could see down the hill, he slammed into the last car in the line. It was a nightmare. Even though we both had insurance, our car wasn’t covered in the accident. It was an $8,000 lesson I learned that day. I was just thankful no one in either car was badly

My husband and I had a same car problem for the last two month. Problem started with an engine light. After compering different review from different dealers online, my husband decided to take our car to the dealer in Rockland County even though its 24.9 miles from our house and we have to pay a $5 toll, but they have good reviews (so we though). We paid for diagnostics; they fixed something that we paid for. After that, my husband had to go to the dealer at least twice a week since the engine light was still on. We even bought a code reader, to make sure that we are on the same page. When nothing seemed working Tony at the Rockland dealer told us that we probably filled our car with a dirty oil, and he advise us to try to filled the

No matter how hard we try to plan out our lives and make them as close to perfect as possible, trials always arise from the abrupt. On August 18, 2016, at 2 am the lives of everyone in my immediate family were a turn for the worse. My father received a phone call that my older brother had been in a car accident by himself and it looked as if he had been there a while. He was flown to the nearest trauma center immediately. My older brother’s name is Mike that was in the accident and he is twenty two. The cause of the wreck was being under the influence. Mike was directly put on life support in the intensive care unit the following week, undergoing multiple surgeries to save his life. However, there was a lot more going on than just that.

“ Is everyone okay !? “ I heard my mom yelling. At first I didn't know what had happened. I was about 4 years old, most people thought I wouldn't remember but I do. We pulled out of the gas station , I was just about to close my eyes to sleep when. “ CRASH ! ” as her car hit ours. I will never forget the way my mom screamed with fear in her voice.

I wasn’t able to speak. I could barely even breath. I looked to my left to see tears running down my older sister’s face. She was breathing heavily, mumbling words.I couldn’t catch what she was exactly saying, though. I looked her over, checking for any injuries. I found none, thankfully, and looked outside to see the other car. The lady was okay and unharmed and her car was perfectly fine, not a scratch in sight. I was looking around, as many cars passed by us, slowing down to see the scene and driving over the broken parts on the road. Soon enough, everyone was out of the cars, checking the harm that was just caused not even five minutes ago. The wind still whistling and cars rushed past us. The police was called and soon, the sirens were heard and flashes of red and blue were seen. The officer asked many questions, but i wasn’t paying attention. All that was going through my head was, “oh my gosh, we just crashed.” I saw another flash of blue and red and

Nobody expects to receive a call at 2:30 am. If you do it’s either about something death related or the police. My phone buzzed on my nightstand lighting up the room with flashes of light. I reached over and grabbed my phone, my eyes sticky with sleep. Before I could even yawn, a deep voice came on, tingling my eardrums. “You need to get out of your house. There is a car waiting for you outside, don’t ask questions just do it.”

Internal swearing, external swearing, frustration, insulting, sweet talking and joy. This is the emotional roller coaster that is car work. It is challenging, but easy, too. It’s emotionally taxing. However, it is rewarding, too. In replacing the old and new, it gets interesting real fast.

last year in the summertime for $7000 the emptor came down from Kentucky to come plectron it up. The second auto I bought was a Infiniti g37 coupe I pay $8300 for the railroad gondola and the auto had been rear ended so it needed some work to get it road worthy. In repair s I paid $3500 in total around $12,000 was invested in purchasing with repair I still have this car haven’t been sell yet. I also have a second car that I drive and its Honda civic I had bought this 3 month ago for a steal $1000 no damage car was good in chassis that’s what I am daily driving right now.

It was a blistering summer evening at the Terre Haute Motor Speedway. The air was filled with rambunctious cheering from the crowd, the aroma of over sprayed WD-40 and the enthusiastic roars of the events race caller being projected over the loud speaker. Modifieds, Super Modifieds, Midgets and Sprint cars were being delicately pulled out of their sponsor illustrated trailers; gears and tires lay scattered across the dirt near all the racers jacks like an eccentric game of operation ready to be played. Everything seemed to be going the way it always had before each race I'd driven, everything but the unexpected ill-fated feeling I had in my abdomen disclosing something was amiss, that this could very well be my last race ever.