Personal Narrative: I Believe In The Constellation Of Cars

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.

Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In

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.

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.

When winter approached my car was transformed into a frozen ice block along with the rest of Indiana. As the days passed, frigid sheets of snow and ice that covered the roads and stores covered my car as well. At that point, I realized my car was ugly and nearly worthless, but my parents wanted me to remain positive, focusing on what the car did do. My vehicle had functioning heat and four-wheel-drive for the snow; however, none of that matters if the car is too cold to start. As the winter progressed, the car became more and more difficult to drive. Though I knew the moment I had been waiting for was quickly approaching, my parents and I didn't have the money for a new car to replace it, and that's when I experienced a change of heart and

It was the summer before college around February. When I got my first car, a 2001 Honda Civic This car was something special to me because not only was it my first car but it has yet to break down on me. I've had a little issues here and there, but it gets me where I need to go. One day I went over to my dads to get my brakes fixed and I had the perfect breaks afterwards. But it wasn't installed 100% correctly. On one of my front brakes he forgot to put a brake pad in between the rotaries and the metal. So it was being chewed out because metal was rubbing against metal. The sound of the metals rubbing together was like a cannonball being scraped on concrete. So about a month after the excruciating noise I decided to stop by tires plus to

Rrroaoam, rrroaoaom, ta, ta, ta, ta, rrroaoaoaoaom, da, da, da, da, da, da, da. I got up from my chair and thought. “Who is that?” I opened the front door and saw a dark gray mustang. My dad was on the porch. I whispered to him and said.

Tires squealing, smoke streaming across the ground, and motors revving against the silent night. Two incomparable cars lined up against each other along a desolate stretch of roadway. The scent of burning rubber singed the night air, while the glare of the headlights lit the path that would soon become a motor warzone. I was sitting at the wheel of my car with my head sticking out of the window, gazing at the stars, and cringing my face at the rotten stench of my opponent's car. My adversary shouted at me, asking if I am ready to start this race or if I was afraid of losing to him. A silent smirk spread across my face, and forcing back laughter at his comment, I raised my thumb up in the air. I got back in my seat, and buckled my seatbelt, because if I was going to risk my life, I might as well be safe about it. I revved up

On the way to the car, we discussed the effects of winning when you lived with someone who was unable to lose gracefully. Rhonda dismissed the whole thing, mumbling something about garbage.

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

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.

“You ready?” my grandpa asked anxiously as he looked at me. I started to get off and move around the golf cart to the driver's seat. I slid into the seat ever so gently, “As i'll ever be” I mumbled under my breath as I lay my hands gently onto the steering wheel. “I hope I don’t get yelled at or grounded badly if something happens” I told my grandpa with a worried face.

There was always that one dream, a dream you wondered hours about when it would become true, one thought of you accomplishing it would make twinges of excitement flow through your body. Ever since my dad got me Need for Speed on my Xbox 360 for my 8th birthday, I have wanted to drive a real car. As a child, I would always yell at my dad to go faster. At that point of my life, everything was an ongoing race and thus, speed was the key. I had always begged my dad to let me steer the car but as always, I had gotten a disappointing answer. Finally, it was all a dream, turning 18, and getting a driver's license. How cool was it to drive your own car and go wherever you want? It was a whole new level of freedom and finally, after 18 years of dreaming

I am seriously exited. I'm getting to that age now where I'm going to be able to drive in less than a year. At some point I am going to need a car. I have made a criteria for myself that my first car will need to meet. My first car will have to get good gas mileage, it will have to be four doors, has to be sporty, and has to look alright. There are many cars that I could have chosen. I chose the Honda Civic SI of any year and the Acura Integra GSR of any year. Both of these cars have similarities and differences that make them desirable. I haven't chosen yet but I'll have to soon because I am going to be 16 in no time at all.