Personal Narrative: How A Car Work

The first time i drove a car it did not end well for both me and my friend. The first time i drove i went to my friends house and we had nothing to do so we got really bored so we asked her dad if we could take his car and drive around because she lived in the country and there was just back roads so we wouldn't get caught by the cops because we didn't have our licenses or our temps. So he let us take his car we we were driving around for about an hour before we found a turtle on the road. So i have this big obsession with turtles and we didn't want it to die so we stopped in the middle of the road and picked up the turtle. Well i wasn't the one driving my friend was. So we picked up the turtle and brought it in the car and i didn't want to gold it because i was

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.

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.

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.

Just Drive An elephant sitting on you… You may have asked why I started with that saying but just imagine an elephant sitting on you it would probably be heavy right? Well that’s how felt on cold morning knowing what I had to do and if I don’t do it right the first time five more elephants would have been sitting on me.

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.

Two years ago i was with my friend and his dad raced down at peoria speedway, and right after we unloaded the car he has a hauler so you can get on top of it. We heard commotion behind us and there was two white cars pulled up and two girls got out of the cars and they started fighting like pulling out their hair. I thought that it was hilarious probably 10 minutes into the fight the girl gets back in her car and tries to run the girl over. The girl that almost got ran over she punched a hole in the driver's side window and tries to pull her out. So the cops get there and both girls are in their own car and the officer is talking to the girl in the car behind the first car while she is talking to her the first girl spins her tires and she drives

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.

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 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.

I had a strange, ominous feeling before anyone one else in my family. My sister, Larissa, began driving with a permit a few weeks ago. The sensation that typically arose when she took control behind the wheel resembled the feeling one experiences during a test drive with an unsafe and unfamiliar car. Being a passenger as she was steering was like being on a slippery road of ice where any slight, sudden movement caused a sharp jolt of the entire car. My mom, Rita, was constantly panicking over Larissa’s safety. As a child, my mom acted caring and slightly overprotective, but I just assumed it was her maternal instinct. Lately, she had been acting extremely nervous because my dad was teaching Larissa how to drive, but he isn’t a professional or anything. My father, Louis, was certain his lessons would suffice. He continually practiced with Larissa, for he is a very determined person. Besides

One phrase I never understood while growing up was “your life is in your own hands”. To be fair, I never put much thought into this phrase, as I was used to being taken care of. I took for granted that I would wake up happy every day because I didn’t know any different. Life wasn’t always easy but I had a good attitude towards it.

Feeling a faint tug of a familiar touch on my arm, slowly I open my eyes, wipe the dry crust off the corners of them, and then I sit up and pause for a moment to recollect my sense of being. I then put on my clothes for the start of a new sunny day. I pour my Cinnamon Life and milk then I place my bowl on the slick wooden dinner table and sit down on the old and hard wooden kitchen chair, and feeling the cold tiled floor through my socks while eating my cereal. Finally, brushing my teeth and grabbing my shoes and backpack to start my happy bright day.

My car is a 1989 Honda Accord. It is a tan color that is chipped and needs a wax. The inside is a maroon vinyl that is faded from the sun exposure. The driver's door is dented from a kid hitting it with their bike. All corners of the bumpers

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