Personal Narrative: My Car

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

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.

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.

Inside a nightmare is never fun, and inside my car was just as scary. The interior was in complete ruins with stains, as well as the rips. With no instrument panel lights, it was always a guess as to what speed the car was traveling. However, I knew when I was speeding when my steering wheel started to shake relentlessly. The back seat was a large trashcan because it stayed filled with trash. Consequently, I lost a bag full of crawfish until the smell became overwhelming. I even used an array of sprays and cleaners, but the stains and stench were impossible to remove. Even if the seats were torn to pieces and the lack of lights on the dash made it dangerous, I loved this car because it was my first.

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.

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

In my heart, I knew it couldn’t be true, but they all said she was dead. I was at her funeral and everyone told me to move on, but I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.

A day that I won’t forget is the day I got my driver license. What made it so great is the fact that I could go do what I wanted whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about my parents being right by my side the whole time. I was always making up reasons just to leave the house and get out and drive around, but of course I had to pay for my own gas. It didn’t bother me though. My first vehicle was a ford ranger, wasn’t my favorite, but it worked.

From being fully stock to being customized it took me a lot of hard work, time, money and dedication. My car has went through many changes. Now it has 31,500 miles on it and those miles that I made were mostly from going on vacations. I went to Wisconsin and Michigan and that is how I made those miles. The car has more scratches on it because it was driven more especially on the highways. Yes, the paint faded a little and that is because the car is older and it is always parked outside. There are also some dents because of the winter and also the salt. Now the car is lowered and has custom lights. Also the roof is wrapped black so it has a more aggressive look to it and it has a front lip. However the car is really clean, because I clean it once a week and take a really good care of it. There are still more changes coming but after winter because I do not want to do anything over the winter. This is how my car changed from when I got

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.

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

Children are constantly asking their parents for what they need. In reality, they are asking for something they only want. As the children start to mature and become older, they will start asking for more realistic things. I know I am only thirteen, turning fourteen, but this is something we can all start saving up for. I am asking for a car, and I would love for it to be a light blue Volkswagen. It may have seemed expensive at first, but there are still a couple of years until I will be able to drive. For a while, I have been researching the cost of this car. The cost ranges from about $8,500 to $23,000.

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.