Personal Narrative Essay: Fixing A 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.

On December 20th, 2017 Grace, Fari and I were victims of a crash that had effectively totaled Grace’s car.

When I do not understand something, I am naturally inclined to learn about it. The first time driving a manual, I did not know how a transmission worked. The mechanical concept behind it seemed to elude me. What was the purpose of the clutch? Why did I need to act differently upon the car when starting from a stop? What were the different gears for? I found that the only way I could find an answer to all of my questions was to educate myself on the topic.

In conclusion, my 1st car was a bust traveling 9.8 cm/s, my 2nd car did pretty well traveling 35.86 cm/s, but wasn’t built very well and lastly my 3rd car was the most successful, traveling 50.16 cm/s. Over the time that I worked on this project my skills really did advance. In the beginning, I was clueless and now, with the materials, I could make another car in a day. I learned a lot from trial and error.

What I learned from this was just because I thought the worse at first, I was able to figure out an inventive way to solve my mechanical problem. I know that I can always fix cars and trucks the proper way, but sometimes it takes a little thinking outside the box. Another thing I figured out was best mechanics are always prepared for

Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I

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.

I finally decide to call my friend Chandler. As I explain to him on the phone my situation he goes silent for a minute. Quickly after he understands the situation he replies “I’m 15 minutes away. I’m leaving now.” As I wait in the blazing sun I pop the hood to inspect the battery. Covered in mud from front to back it didn’t surprise me that this is the problem. I inspect everything else to make sure that its in good shape. I waited with the hood propped up and everything ready to go. As 10 minues go by I prepare for chandler to arrive. Then another 10 go by. As I nervously await his arrival the pressure to be at work on time steadily increases.. I have a 30 minute

I broke my arm at a birthday party, let me explain! So, first Mom and I went in my Mom's car to leave, we go and were lost. We stop to figure out where to go. We figure out where to go and were on our merry ways!

In 1992, I graduated from high school. After graduation, I had a conversation with my dad concerning HIS truck. He mentioned that HIS truck was off limit and I need to buy a vehicle if I want to drive. He expounded on the concept that I need to step up, take responsibility and earn an honest living. I worked during the summer and later purchased l a 1980 Oldsmobile from a retired couple. I really like that car however; it needed a ton of work. My dad volunteered to help fix all repairs. His teaching methods was yelling and telling me too move out of the way youngster. Twenty years later, my sister’s son asked for help to repair his car. I thought about my dad’s method and how could I improve and also build a closer relationship. I immediately

In life we go through many changes and for that instance it is the same situation with my car. During the 1 year that I had my car many things stayed the same, however some changes have been made. Some of the changes were major and some were minor. I take a really good care of my car and throughout my experience with my car I think it looks really good. I have spent a lot of money on it but it was worth it. This is my project car so there is a lot of progress already done to the way I want it to look and perform, but still far away from being fully done.

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.

Since my Grandfather told me that I Started to work on the car. So I started by charging the battery, but it wouldn’t take a charge so I put a new one in it. Then I tried to turn the engine over by using the key and it did so that meant most of the electrical components were fine. Next I pulled a spark plug and it was very burnt so I installed a full set of plugs. Next I

I was 15 and had just bought my car in July with my own money. A 1993 Mustang. I had been saving up since I was 8. I didn’t have a lot of money so the car wasn’t exactly street legal. Don’t worry it wasn’t stolen. It was only missing the entire front half of it. It was December now and I still hadn’t driven it. Nothing had changed. It was still the same glossy black car with the missing front pieces exposing its rustic and bare metal frame. I wanted to drive it, I did, but deep down a part of me kept telling myself that I would never be able to drive the manual gearbox. Sure, I had watched videos of how to do it, but whenever I would take the cover off the car and sit down in it my mind would be overrun with other thoughts of anxiety. So instead

That following Monday my dad and I took it to a shop nearby called, LD Automotive. The man at the front desk told me that he would look at it and give me a call around midday to inform me of what was wrong with the truck. I went home and patiently waited for his phone call. I had finally got it around noon and he told me it was just the spark plugs and distributor that were misfiring some of the cylinders. He told me that he could have it done in an hour and would charge me $600 to do it. In my head, I was astonished by the price and the amount of time it would only take but I