Personal Narrative Essay: Choosing A Blown Car

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.

The clean, low mileage, comfortable riding red truck that my father once drove has become, over the years, a scratched, dented, and rough riding daily driver that my brother and I can barely fit in the back of. Red Roy, as we like to call it, is a 1996 maroon red Toyota T100 with nearly 300,000 miles on it. Surprisingly, this old truck has never had any serious problems. My father would not trade his truck for anything due to the sentimental value that it holds in our family. My dad purchased it, and everyone in the family has driven and ridden in it. The value of a man’s truck after so many years only increases no matter the actual value of it.

hand over a paycheck for something to be fixed. Although these cars were very simple to

Since I'm choosing to sell private I've had to sit down and write up a sales pitch for my old car, and that's really made me step back and evaluate the trials and tribulations I went through in this vehicle. One often reflects on the memories built up at a house or apartment, but when you think about the

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.

Immediately, when I turned sixteen I woke up in the morning and saw a pair of shinny silver keys sitting on my desk. I jumped up with excitement and rushed out the door wearing only my boxers, with the keys dangling in my hand. There it was: my brand new GMC Envoy, dark hunter green with a wax that could blind you. I stared at the car with excitement and admiration; it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and it was mine. I took it for a test drive around the block and opened it up on the highway only three blocks from my house. It had a V8 under the hood, black leather seats, a Bose sound system and enough horsepower to tow anything I desired. After my first test drive around the neighborhood, I picked up

You may think that my life was going to be like the average guy. The one who gets a job, becomes successful, gets married and has children. Well not this guy. It all started the summer of 2013 when i was in and out of jobs. I was on the verge of getting kicked out of my parents house, mind you I've been living there since birth. I could barely pay my car insurance and my car note in which I had none. That is an insinuation of how broke I was. The traffic tickets where piled up as far as the eye could see. I was in and out of a horrible yet somehow gratifying relationship with a pregnant lady who claimed that even me taking the slightest of breath is and was wrong in her eyes.

“ 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.

My mom always told me she felt comfortable in her dented-but-charming 2011 black Toyota Camry. I’ve never bought into the notion that a car could be a sanctuary, but she thinks of her car as a second home. She grew up in the San Fernando Valley of the 1980s, a mall-centric autotopia, so it makes sense. But, at twenty years old, it’s not the sort of mentality that I’ve grown to share.

I should have known the car was a lemon because of the price. There is an old saying “you get what you pay for”. While out shopping for cars one day, I just so happen to pass by a car dealer that sold used cars. I stopped in and talked to the sales man on duty. I explained to him that I never bought a car before and was looking for one I could purchase for $250. He took me to the back of the lot where they stored cars that had been reposed from owners that could not make their payments. There he showed me a 1965 Oldsmobile and explained how this was the only car he could sell me in that price, he went on to explain how he really should sell it for $400 but because it was my first buy he would sell it to me for $250. I looked around the lot for other cars that may have been a bit nicer, there were a few but they all had much bigger price tags. This was the only one he had for $250 although I should have known there maybe problems with that car, because of the price, it was my first car and I wanted it.

Me and my dad drove to a mysterious parking garage were an old man kept an abundance of vehicles for buying and reselling purposes. We exchanged information and bartered money for the pairs of keys. She was beautiful. The 2000 Jeep Wrangler was a bit of an oldie, but still ran like it came off the lot yesterday. Her tattered seats, stitched together with patterns that were more than likely inspired by a sarape, were complimented by a simplistic interior with dials and levers. Manual windows and transmission made her feel like she was well built, in a way that took time to adapt to. It was far from what I was used to, but everything I wanted. A white glossy paint job simulated an empty canvas, ready to be covered and tainted by the new adventures it was going to promptly be introduced to.

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

The car itself was driven little. Its black exterior stayed shiny and spotless, the gray interior clean and pristine. All trash was thrown away, and the seats were constantly vacuumed with little to no crumbs lying around. That is, until I

Vehicles are a part of a person’s everyday life these days. You see them everywhere, no matter if it’s a big city, or a little country town. People use cars to travel to all sorts of places, whether it is a school or work. We push our vehicles to the maximum so they seem to wear out really fast. It seems like every five to six years you have to purchase a new one. People have so many causes to by a new car these days but owning a car also comes with a lot of effects. New cars come with a lot of benefits like reliability and warranties. The biggest downfall with buying that brand-new car is the car payment and that expensive car insurance. A new car might look good, and you might get more attention, but you pay for that attention. You must ask yourself is the cost worth the award?

In December I was leaving my first day of work, when I got into my car I realized that it finally reached the end of its life. I was driving a 2003 Nissan Altima with over 200,000 miles. I was so embarrassed when I had to go back inside and ask my boss for a ride. Not having a car made it very difficult to get to work, school, meetings, and events. I knew that I needed a car immediately. I had enough money saved up to get a $25,000 loan from my banker. When I went to a local car dealership, I walked in and told the salesman that I have exactly $25,000 to spend on a car. We walked around the car lot and I picked a black Lexus with 100,000 miles that was marked for $25,500. I asked if I could get it for $25,000 with tax and title included and he didn’t hesitate to take my offer.