Personal Narrative: My Car Drive

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.

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

A rush of adrenaline goes through as my car bolts down the highway. I can hear the enemy car getting closer and closer to me, which only makes me accelerate faster. The car speeds up to me and hammers my car to the side. I’m just about to crash when I am brought back to reality. Looking around my surroundings, my car is not on the highway, but on a deserted road in the cemetery. I’m waiting for my dad, who is sitting in the passenger seat, to give me the keys.

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

One hot, summer Saturday in Austin, when I first saw my future vehicle in a junkyard, it was a lousy excuse for a car. I had to admit, it was not much to begin with, but I had a vision of what it could be all flossed-up. It was plain white. The grill was bug-splattered, and the windows had yet to be tinted. When looked at from the right side, you could see a volleyball sized dent in the front quarter panel. The driver’s side, however, had a painting of a red fox, curled-up and fast asleep. The upholstery on the seats was frayed away by wear, it had dull, regular stock wheels, and the back license plate was hanging on by a single screw. With peer pressure and society’s views of what was better in this complex world, I decided that I was going

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

It was a summer day after supper, me and my brother were playing outside in the backyard, he was driving the four wheeler and I was on the trampoline. Once I was done and I started walking to the house he pulled up next to me and said “I’m going inside, do you want to try driving the four wheeler?”. “I don’t know how to drive a four wheeler.” I thought to myself, but I still said sure. Once I was on I gunned it like an idiot. Still I pressed down on the gas, not able to let go out of pure shock and fear. It was only right before a hill did I manage to let go. I fell off the back of the four wheeler onto the ground, that hurt but for some reason more than the four wheeler rolling over me. After I fell off and the four wheeler rolled over me it rolled back and stopped on top of me with me in

After our hour and a half drive that should a been two hours, we were in the city. Most of the lights in the sky were planes. Most of the skyscrapers managed to simultaneously look exactly the same and completely different. There was hundreds of cars on the road, and no one seemed to know how to drive. This was the city I

A car is a important part ot most peopele it a way of transportaion but it also a way to learn something new how does a car work. I always wanted to lean about cars they are so cool to lea about. I know not everyone thnks about a car the ame way and bc it the first thing that popped up in my head. I wonder about all the technoly that invoded a car with it everything that make it run esay and good.

Most people are ecstatic when they find out that they are old enough to receive their driver’s license. I on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as the others were. I recognized that I will be forced have to learn how to drive one day, but at the same time I was too fearful to learn how to be on the road. When I heard from my parents that I was going to learn how to drive this year I was really nervous, because I didn’t know what to expect. From what I heard from other classmates, driving can be tricky at times but said that they tend to get the hang of it once they start to practice more. My mind was relieved by their words at first but it soon went to disarray again when I saw someone else drive first hand. It seemed like there was a lot of

Racing 150 miles per hour through the streets of California in 80 thousand dollar cars; that’s my life and ill take you through the beginning. It all started when I was in high school one day after school I seen my friend Jake with a 1994 Toyota Supra. I swear that car had everything done to it, it easily could have had 80 thousand dollars worth of parts in that car. I was amazed and was so curious how he got the money for that car. He told me to meet him at the body shop on North Avenue at 9 o’clock. He picked me up there and we went to this street where tons of amazing cars were lined up. We drove up next to this Mazda and then everyone started cheering and going wild. Jake looked at me, smiled, then asked “are you ready?”. Then this girl

Most teenagers are not blessed enough to be given a car for their fourteenth birthday. However, my grandpa bought my first car when I was only fourteen years old. I was totally in love, and I am still thankful for my car to this day.