Personal Narrative: Car Insurance

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.

On 10/12/16 Deputy Camacho and I arrived at 6601 Highway 161 in reference to a dispatched auto theft. We contacted Kaitlin Rutter, who said two white miles in a white Toyota Camry took her purse and other belongings which contained her prescription Methadone and other narcotics. While speaking with Mrs. Rutter she pointed out a white Toyota south bound on Highway 161 and stated, “That was them”. I entered Highway 161 and could see that the vehicle had accelerated. There were a couple of vehicles between us with oncoming traffic. I accelerated to catch up with the individuals but traffic north bound was heavy. I was also aware we were approaching Harris Elementary and there are often cars in and out of the school at this time of day so I was trying to make a cautious approach of the vehicle. As I was approaching the school I lost sight of the vehicle. I observed Dep. Benson turn onto Spradlin Cove and state she was in foot pursuit of two white male subjects who had just jumped out of a white vehicle. I turned onto Spradlin Cove and was directed by Deputy Benson to a wooded area behind the residences of Spradlin Cove. Deputy Camacho and I began a search of the area. I found a white male, in a blue checkered button down shirt, attempting to conceal himself in brush in the wooded area approximately 200 yards southeast of where the car was located. I took the subject, later identified as Jeffrey Woods, into custody and turned him over to Deputy Camacho. I continued a search of the wooded area where I found a red and black nylon bag containing

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 27 when arrived into the United States. Lack of English did not permit me working for the place I wanted to. So I decided to do any job to collect enough money for my first car. I have read in the local paper’s advertising section that some ice-cream retail company is looking for the bicycle drivers to drive around the City on the ice-cream container pedal bicycles. It was not hard to get that job even with my beginner’s English.

“Hey, kids, you wanna go for a ride in the car?” Mama yelled out the front door of the little white four room house our family of six lived in. We kids jumped up and down, yelling, “Yes, yes.” “Where we goin, Mama?” “Just get in the backseat of the car and you’ll see when we get there,” Mama replied as she scooted under the steering wheel of our beloved light gray Kaiser that was our only means of getting anywhere. Four kids crammed into the backseat, halfway sitting on top of each other and arguing the whole while over who’s going to get to sit next to the door. “First we have to stop and pick up Daddy from work,” Mama told us as she tried to calm the excitement we were all exhibiting, “then you‘ll find out where we’re goin.”

I remember when I bought my first car’s insurance 10 years ago. I went to a insurance’s agency to buy my car’s insurance, I still remember how I was tread at my arable at that offices. Everybody was so kind and welcoming. One off the lady offered me a cup of coffee and ask me how she could help me. Everything was going perfectly. So, I explained to the lady that I needed information for a car’s insurance. Then she told me to had a seat and someone will help me shortly. I wait for a little while for the next available insurance’s representative.

Buying my first car was the worst experience I had as a young a kid. As a kid growing up in south phoenix I had lots of fun. Our family spent a lot of time together. However my first car buying experience was very unpleasant.

The car ride over was one of the longest I have ever been in, answering questions and looking out of the window of the beat up red Honda truck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked "Since my mother died when I was five" I replied my voice thick with anxiety.We pulled into the drive way and he walked me to the door, sticking as lose to me as he could get. As we walked through the door and into the cramped living room I froze. Fear radiating off of me like heat from the sun, I tiptoed to my room Max following suit, careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. I should have known he would have ditched work that day. I ran in, packed up my things and we ran out. We peeled out of the driveway so fast my dad wouldn't have had the time to register

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”.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. In high school I moved out of city limits to discover that there was no bus stops near by and found myself needing a car as soon as possible to get to school. All I had was 500 dollars and about a week until the semester started. I should’ve felt apprehensive about only having 500 for a car but thoughts of being self-reliant and unchained blinded me to the reality of the quality of vehicle I’d be purchasing. After only a few days of searching we found something in that price range; a 1994 Ford Escort hatchback with 190 thousand miles. The man that sold it to us had to tow it to the house with his truck because it had been sitting in the driveway so long the battery drained and had a few other maintenance issues to take care of. So when I saw the car for

Just when you think you’ve got everything all worked out, life can throw you a curveball. I experienced something like this when my Dad came home from work on a scorching Summer night, little did I know that that night would change my life forever. My Dad drove up the driveway until the car came to a complete stop. We watched my Dad get out of his 2009 black kia Sedona. My Dad drove up the driveway until the car came to a complete stop. He paused for a long time before getting out of the car. I could see his face through the cracked glass on his Sedan. Even though I was very young at the time I could tell that something was about to change. My Dad walked up our cracked sidewalk to our front door that had just been freshly painted a light amber colour. He opened the door that had been oiled so many times so that it wouldn’t creak. He walked into the kitchen where we were all anxiously waiting for him. My Dad called us over to the into the living room. As my Dad settled on the couch, we all took a seat beside him. We were all dismayed about what he said. I was in awe that something like this could happen. I was sure that my parents would never take this offer. But I was astonished the next day when I looked out my fogged up window to see my Dad bashing a For Sale sign into the far corner of my front lawn. That night at dinner, my parents told us that we would be moving to Edmonton, Alberta. A short time later I woke up to a

My life wasn’t bad, but it was suddenly very different than what it had been. I was certainly still fortunate in many ways. We remained living in a nice home, and all my basic needs were met. However, I was faced with instant and dramatic changes and had to adapt and accommodate my new situation.

I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.

“Mr. White, we’ve approved your term life insurance application. You may want to check with a financial advisor about other retirement planning needs,” suggested the persistent insurance salesman who always cocked his head when I questioned his advice.

Have you ever been hit by a car ? i know i have the first time i ever got hit by a car was about when i was 7 years old . I had been at my grandmas house for a visit we were there for a weekend i was bored so i called my friends and told them to see me at our secret hide out so we could ride our bikes and have fun. then we started to get bored again so we went back inside and watch scary movies. then it was getting late we left and i went on the street and rode my bike and i was turning a corner when BOOOOOOOOOM! i got hit by a truck .the truck hit my bike on the edge of my tire and i flip over and hit the floor. the thing was that my parents did not know i had taken my bike so they thought i was in side.