Personal Narrative: My Car Race

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.

There was also a small truck and a small bus that hit each other. They didn’t catch fire, but there was a body on the ground beside them. As soon as I saw it, there was a cold wave of recognition crashing through my body, making my vision sway as I realized, it was dead. No questions like why, how he died. Nothing. Just a frozen state of mind. My throat ached as I used every breath. There was less, and less oxygen remaining in the car. I dared to open the window. Warm fresh air mixed with a smell of burnt grass hit me in my face.

As far as true passions go, I've always worried about being a lousy artist. This was evident in the time I was assigned to design my team's logo for our Race Car Club's first competition. Graphic design was untouched territory for me along with leadership as I was not only the artist of this club but also the president.

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.

On Monday, I continued testing the car on the track with different weights where I left last week, but the problem was that the wires broke while I was testing the car. We had resoldered the wires again, so it does not stop again while testing the car on the track. I accidently dropped the car, this is when the car stopped working. Whenever I tested the car, the front wheels did not work. We did not have time to solve this issue, so as a group, we decided to solve this problem on Thursday because that is when we have practical.

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.

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

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.

That same summer, after my father got home from work a little early, he allowed me to ride the mow. Since the yard was already mowed the day before, I utilized this opportunity to practice my epic passion of becoming a NASCAR race car driver. My mother thought it was a little unusual that I aspired to the feeling of speed that is typically a dream that young boys have. Speed made me feel like I was the empress of the road and like I would arrive at my destination faster than anyone else, even though my destination lacked a beginning and end. The prior Christmas, I remember that my father purchased my sisters and I remote-controlled vehicles. Both of my sisters received a car each while I received a truck, a vehicle that can knock all other

I was almost two seconds behind Josh before I closed the lead he had. My car was much faster than his as I could put my car anywhere on the track at will. When I caught Josh, he was running in the middle of the track so I made several attempts to go both high and low to try and maneuver a pass. However, with him running in the middle groove, none of my attempts would make it possible for me to get a solid run to complete the pass. I even slammed my brakes, and went to the high groove to try and keep from hitting him. I tried every line possible to get around Josh cleanly with no

I like go-cart racing. I do it all the time at the Lake of the Ozarks. They have my favorite called Leman’s Carts. The strong odor of Gasoline and grease means you’re about ready to race.

Looking back, the first sign of trouble was the contest quota that I missed by nearly fifteen percent. After my initial hot streak, I took the news hard.

On May 2, 2003 it was my third birthday in a small town. For my birthday I got one specific gift that I loved the most. This gift was given from my Uncle Rusty who loved racing in general but liked NASCAR more than other motorsports. My Uncle had given me diecast cars with little toy cars that were all NASCAR cars. That day is when I grew interest for NASCAR and motorsports in general. I started to watch races with my dad and my uncle and I would create a mini version of the race with the little car I had. I started to watch more and more races until I began to watch every race the season. This is when I knew I wanted to be a racecar driver when I grow older. I was thirteen when I go my first go kart and began to race big national events. Coming

This morning I stopped at Mcdonalds before work to pick up breakfast, which I decided should be a parfait, and an iced coffee. Yesterday 8/25/15 around the same time, 7:45AM I also stopped in but had received a breakfast burrito and an iced coffee. After ordering the drive thru employee asked me which type of sauce I would prefer on my burrito by providing choices of mild or hot sauce. I responded with hot sauce pulled into the 2nd window after payment. After I arrived at work I took my food out of the bag and realized that I had been given ketchup after I had opened my burrito and had put it inside. I realized that mistakes happen and didn't think much about throwing my dollar burrito in the trash. I myself have worked in restaurants for

This was my first-time racing in Georgia and I was looking forward to it. I had this expectation that the weather in Georgia was going to be warm and I actually was concerned about it being too hot considering my last few races have all been in colder weather and my body has adjusted to the colder temperatures, but it I was wrong and it turned out to be on the colder side both days and almost perfect racing temperatures for me.