Personal Narrative: A Day In A Car

Usually as a sophomore in high school we experience one of the most exciting things, driving. The minute one turns fifteen and a half we race to the DMV, take the test, and get our temporary licence. This is where we spend the next half a year in a car with our parents, practicing and being told everything to do and not to do.

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

Two years ago i was with my friend and his dad raced down at peoria speedway, and right after we unloaded the car he has a hauler so you can get on top of it. We heard commotion behind us and there was two white cars pulled up and two girls got out of the cars and they started fighting like pulling out their hair. I thought that it was hilarious probably 10 minutes into the fight the girl gets back in her car and tries to run the girl over. The girl that almost got ran over she punched a hole in the driver's side window and tries to pull her out. So the cops get there and both girls are in their own car and the officer is talking to the girl in the car behind the first car while she is talking to her the first girl spins her tires and she drives

The roar of the engine, the wind in your hair these represent the freedom of owning your first car. I learned how to drive in our cow pasture when I was only ten years old, and after that I dreamed of the day that I would have my very own car. I was so excited to get and drive my own car, little did I know that my dream would come crashing down.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

Thanks for researching the car for me. I did not think it would be much, but I was hoping it would be worth $3,000. My parents told Cora she could have the car and if they sold the farm for a good price they would have it restored enough to drive. The farm has not sold, and my parents and then my mother has given her enough money already the past two or three years. Not to air out my family problems but you are probably used to that by now. I am sure I have given you the information you could have done without knowing. My daughter fell in love with a lazy jerk about two years ago. She quit her job and moved in with him and his mother an hour and a half south of us to a small town that is in the middle of nowhere. The closest town has two colleges,

My first time driving was just last summer, when I started my job. I was driving with my dad around my neighborhood.I never drove before in my life, and my stomach turned inside out when he told me to get in the car. I never really felt that nervous in my life before. I probably said every swear word I know during that car ride. I knew this fateful day would come, I got in my little black beetle. I kind of knew the basics, but once I turned the car on, I knew nothing more. I think my dad assumed that I knew what the heck was going on. I looked at him, and I asked him what to do next. He quickly explained what to do, while I was processing that I was actually going to drive. I started my car and backed out of the driveway then began driving

On 11/22/2017 at approximately 17:48 hours I was dispatched to the 1400 Block East US-160 Highway, Oxford, Sumner County Kansas for a call that originated as a 911 hang up. While responding to the area I was informed the calling party from the hang up was the driver in a car vs deer accident.

“I’m over here about ready to leave a puddle and I doubt there’s enough ice in Alaska to help me sleep after meeting him. I hear you warning me about his moms, but haven’t said why?”

I had sweet and sour chicken. There were 4 people in front of me. the wait was short. I had sweet and sour chicken with crab rangoon and sauce on top and rice it cost $6. The cart was small but spacious. service was good the wait was short it. The smell was mouth watering. Taste was delicious.

I couldn’t imagine my automobile being stolen. It was an ordinary vehicle without glamour. Even though, I experienced problems, the vehicle was mine. Consequently, I felt a sense of hurt and disbelief without a vehicle. Who would have imagine to be placed in this situation.

There was always that one dream, a dream you wondered hours about when it would become true, one thought of you accomplishing it would make twinges of excitement flow through your body. Ever since my dad got me Need for Speed on my Xbox 360 for my 8th birthday, I have wanted to drive a real car. As a child, I would always yell at my dad to go faster. At that point of my life, everything was an ongoing race and thus, speed was the key. I had always begged my dad to let me steer the car but as always, I had gotten a disappointing answer. Finally, it was all a dream, turning 18, and getting a driver's license. How cool was it to drive your own car and go wherever you want? It was a whole new level of freedom and finally, after 18 years of dreaming

Day 1 Saturday June 4, 2016 - Huntington WV to Sweet Spring, MO - 630 miles

A few years ago on a brisk day during Summer break, I went outside for a bike ride with my little sisters. As we were pulling our bikes out of their places on a bike rack, a small meow appeared in the soft breeze. Each of us looked around the yard, in search of who the meow belonged to. I was searching near one of our cars, and I had spotted a small, fluffy ball of fur hiding behind a tire. I calmly tiptoed over to the car, careful to not scare the furry creature. I leaned down on my knees and peered under the car, a cat with white and cream colored fur sat cowering. I called out to the fearful cat, “Here buddy,” in a calm, high pitched voice, hoping to calm his nerves and lure him out from under the car. It did not do justice, he still remained hidden behind the tire. After a few tries, I lifted myself off the ground and went inside my house to grab some cat food and water. After gathering the items I took them outside and left them against the garage door, that way they wouldn’t get crushed when the cars pulled out of the drive-way. For the next few weeks I refilled the empty bowls of food and water, and eventually moved the dishes onto our front porch. One early morning after a month of feeding him, he came onto the porch scratching and meowing at the door, he wanted some food. He had finally gained a bit of trust. I happened to be home when he came to the door, I opened it carefully, not to scare him, and stepped out. He was still skittish, but he had gained some trust for me, and

Eventually, after what seems like forever, cop cars pull up to the house, their sirens blaring. I stay where I am, with the longer grass tickling my feet. Mom doesn't move either, she only looks ahead to the small swarm of police and agents exiting the