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I wanted a car so I wouldn’t have to rely on my dad for taking me to work, school, and other places. I had money saved up from previous summers, but it wasn’t enough to buy a car. I worked at Safeway during this time as a courtesy clerk. I hated this job because I would have to go outside and push carts during the hot summer and rainy days. I dreaded going to work when I saw how hot it was going to be, but I stuck with it. After some very long months at a job I didn’t like, I had saved up enough money to buy my own car. I was very proud of myself that day.

I am one of the top sellers for cars in the Denver area. I became a successful car dealer because I know a good car from a bad car. This 1965 Stingray Corvette

The day my parents drove into the driveway with a Jeep was one of the most exciting days in my life. Although it would be six long months before I actually had a driver's license, the Jeep represented freedom. Still to this day, I am grateful for the privilege to roll down the top and blast my music. But, I’m still a kid with a desire to one day go from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. The Jeep is enjoyable but I hope one day earn enough money to buy a Dodge Hellcat for many reasons.

Then last year I started to fix on my new mower and got it running and installed a new engine and everything. And I use this as a working mower. And then my neighbor got a new old truck and asked me to work on it with him and I got a good learning experience from it. And then my dad’s classic car broke down

First off, it’s not the size I wanted like I said before. Insurance would be through the roof on this car. The horsepower on this car, I am going to be in high school when I have this car so age is definitely going to be a factor, the price of this car is expensive so I have to have everything insured on it. Back to the price, the price tag of this car is almost seventy-three thousand dollars. I am paying for this car myself, no help from my parents. I am going to work my butt off for this car. Paying for insurance, and the car payment alone is going to be expensive. Not even talking about maintenance or gas but everything is just expensive. That’s why I have to start early and save up for this car. My parents say it’s not possible, even I think that sometimes but I have to at least try. A car is a representation of yourself, I don’t want to shoot low or drive something not worth driving. As they say these days “you only live

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”.

Once upon a time in the lush green valley of California lived a boy named Erik, who desired only to be a great basketball player. He trained everyday to become a distinguished athlete and achieve his dreams of competing among the best of the best. There was one thing that always got in his way, his height. He was only 5’5 compared to the 6 foot tall kids on the high school teams. He struggled to grab rebounds and usually had to play defense on guys that were way taller than he was. Sometimes he was picked last because of this. With the high school championships on the way he could finally prove he didn't need height to be a awesome player Erik turned to the only person he knew he could trust, his coach. Coach Falls had always

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I’ve worked all summer to receive what I most desired. My 1999 Dodge Dakota. I have a love/hate relationship with this vehicle. Three grand got me something that I never knew I could for the amount it was worth. I never knew about this vehicle until my friend Ryan brought it up. This is not a very big truck, but it is not very small either.

Driving always fascinated me. When I was little I used to sit on my father’s lap and he would drive up the hill and I would steer. Even though, this was my first time actually operating a vehicle, I believed I could handle it. How hard

“Mouad; you better take care of your brother, I’m going to do shopping and I’ll come back in about 2 hours”, Ordered Mother. I was still sleepy like a man who hasn’t been one night sober, scratching my scalp since my hair was long and oily. I still remember one of my classmates calling me snow head towards the end of term 4 since I was shattering dandruff all over the carpet in my classroom. I then ate Nesquick cereal and had a moment of clarity to decide on what to do today. My brother then pursued to start watching Toy Review channels on Youtube which I believe does nothing but make little children spoiled, like brain washing children in Sierra-Leone to fight in the local militia. He then put the volume on the television to 62%, the reviewer

The moment I knew I was no longer a child was a regular day. I was driving to work in a car that I had changed the oil in. It was with the knowledge that I had turned in a major essay for my linguistics course at a local college. My mind recently had been wondering when I could start filing my taxes. I live by the lists and I have a mental list of what makes a person an adult. I was surprised to find on that average November day that I fit quite neatly into most of the categories, I had transportation, employment, a sense of autonomy, ideological suredness, ability to speak and be heard, and mental faculties in line with a pragmatism that is necessary to function in the real world. The French song playing on the radio and the brightness of the cloudy sky somehow triggered this revelation.

As I got older my interest in muscle cars had increased. I had decided to join a car club called the Southwest Mopar Car Club. We had Participate in car shows and cruises. All of these influences had made me to pay attention and appreciate

The first time I drove a true car was two years ago. I begged my friend so many time to teach me how to drive. Fortunately, my roommate his left his car to me when I came to ASU. Every day when I got out of class, I would drive the car around Tempe. But every thing got change after that Friday. It became a nightmare for me.

When I was younger, I remember begging my mom at every toy aisle in the department store to buy at least one hot wheel car that I picked out. I had a problem; I had an undying thirst for these tiny cars in those recyclable blue cardboard and plastic packages. I used to pretend that I was a small person, small enough to fit in the cool cars I bought with just a glimmer of hope that maybe I would be able to fit inside and drive away. That never did happen though, but I had an indomitable dream. I had the patience that maybe one day, I would be able to drive my own actual car. I am nineteen now, and my fascination for cars has not changed one bit. I am finally old enough to drive, but it still feels like I am still my younger self; stuck at