Personal Narrative : Buying My First Car

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

I was 10 years old when I began to drive on my own and was 16 years old when I first drove by myself. It was great and one of the best things to ever happen in my life. When I was a little child I would be sitting in my mom or dads lap holding on to the steering wheel because I couldn’t reach the gas petal. As I was getting older my dad started teaching me how to drive by myself. The first time I did it by myself I didn’t know how to make the car go forward or backwards.

I had three expectations when I bought my first car. I needed a car that was well built, low cost, and simple to maintain. I expected the car would have no problems, so it can haul me to my next duty station after Navy basic training. The A/C, stereo, and the engine would all perform flawlessly. The only expense I would have would be fuel. I had saved money for months to purchase this car. At the car lot a jet-black, old-school American

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.

I was supposed to sell a regular pack of an ice cream for 50 cents. Thirty five of them ought to be paid to my supervisor and remaining fifteen stood in my pocket. But very soon I realized

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 sixteen, I received my first job, and by the age of seventeen, I purchased my first car. While the car was only worth about $200.00, I gave the seller $1200.00. Along with overpaying, the car did not have a title of ownership. When I first purchased this car, I had the understanding with the seller that the vehicle had a salvage title, but only a bill of sell was given with the car. However, this was still not my worst experience with this automobile. From the inside to the outside, to under the hood, and even on paper, this car was an illegally procured nightmare.

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.

It was the summer before college around February. When I got my first car, a 2001 Honda Civic This car was something special to me because not only was it my first car but it has yet to break down on me. I've had a little issues here and there, but it gets me where I need to go. One day I went over to my dads to get my brakes fixed and I had the perfect breaks afterwards. But it wasn't installed 100% correctly. On one of my front brakes he forgot to put a brake pad in between the rotaries and the metal. So it was being chewed out because metal was rubbing against metal. The sound of the metals rubbing together was like a cannonball being scraped on concrete. So about a month after the excruciating noise I decided to stop by tires plus to

The Córdoba featured "Corinthian Leather" which I bought clothing outfits to match the color. To further enhance my image and status, I traded that car in for a brand new one as soon as next year’s model was available to show that I was a new car man. Always the latest and greatest for me. Though I loved the status symbol, I felt sometimes my shiny car was out shining me.

When I turned sixteen, my parents and I went looking for a car for me. We looked all over the town of Austin, MN. Until, we pulled up to Southwest Sales. While we were driving around the Southwest Sales lot, I found that car I wanted. This car was a maroon 2002 Mitsubishi Eclipse. When I saw the car I told my mom “That is the one I want.”

I found a number of potential vehicles, a silver 2003 Jaguar with no reverse, a 2001 black Jeep Cherokee with no backseat, a 2000 blue Taurus with 200,000 miles on it, all potential winners. Anything to get me out of the “mom van.” I showed my parents car after car after car. I think they started to relive that what I could afford wasn’t a vehicle they’d

A day that I won’t forget is the day I got my driver license. What made it so great is the fact that I could go do what I wanted whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about my parents being right by my side the whole time. I was always making up reasons just to leave the house and get out and drive around, but of course I had to pay for my own gas. It didn’t bother me though. My first vehicle was a ford ranger, wasn’t my favorite, but it worked.

I started up my car, just like any other normal day. Just a normal day I told myself, a normal day. I forgot the gift I bought for Lindsey, which I had been meaning to give her, but she hadn’t been to work for a couple days. I quickly hopped out and grabbed it. It was a T-Shirt of her favorite band, Green Day. As the traffic sauntered along at the normal traffic jam pace, acting like they had nowhere to be, my hands grew sweaty and my stomach twisted into knots. My hand slipped as I was turning and I almost lost control of the car. Just a normal day. I tried looking in the glove compartment for a couple smokes before work, but found my gun. The power such a small thing contained. The ability to take someone’s life, silence them forever. It felt too powerful. That’s why I have to carry one. We all carry one, but so do they.

By the time most people are into their early 20’s they have already obtained their driver 's license and have been on the road for a couple years. Personally, I do not possess a driver 's license yet and have minimal behind-the-wheel experience. As much as I’d love that to change, there are a few hurdles that I have yet to overcome. Primarily, at the moment I cannot afford a vehicle and the expenses that come with it. I am a very worrisome person so I don’t want a old clunky car that may leave me stranded several miles away from home. I would feel more at ease with a newer vehicle that features the more modern safety features, it would definitely bring a great peace of mind to me knowing that both my passengers and I have all the resources possible to be safe in case of an unfortunate event.