Personal Narrative: My Car Ride

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.

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

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

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.

Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I

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.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

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

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

My road starts in Iraq, where I started playing soccer. Soccer has and still is, a big part of my life. I started it after my uncle died. He loved soccer and was the best uncle ever. My father did soccer and so is my brother at FFC. 2 years in soccer at a game is where I first broke a bone, my right leg. I threw up and then fainted. I spend about a week in the hospital. My road keeps moving to Jordan, more specifically in Amman. I have stopped playing soccer after I broke my leg. So I got into karate. I began karate about the 2nd month living in Jordan. I picked it up very quickly.I earned my black belt. One tragic day at a competition, the same leg broke again.

As I was on my way to work today, the car in front of me, suddenly made a stop for no reason. I was on the left lane, and there was truck on the right lane so I couldn’t switch lanes. Instead, I made a sharp turn on to the opposite lane, there wasn’t any cars. That was the dumbest thing that I had ever done, as driving on the opposite lane a car was driving real fast my direction. I stepped on the gas pedal so I could speed up and get back on my regular lane, but the driver that had suddenly stopped decided to step on the gas too. So, as I’m speeding up trying to switch lanes this guy isn’t letting me and the guy that’s heading my way is real close to colliding with me. At this point I’m scared, now I have two choices either I risk it speed

When I was Driving my four wheeler. I was driving the rocky road that leads to my barn, and I wasn't paying attention. I could feel that something bad was going to happen. Like I predicted the four Wheeler's right wheel stick was old and it snapped in half. It broke and turned right. It threw me off, and after that, that's when things start to get bad.

I was 15 and had just bought my car in July with my own money. A 1993 Mustang. I had been saving up since I was 8. I didn’t have a lot of money so the car wasn’t exactly street legal. Don’t worry it wasn’t stolen. It was only missing the entire front half of it. It was December now and I still hadn’t driven it. Nothing had changed. It was still the same glossy black car with the missing front pieces exposing its rustic and bare metal frame. I wanted to drive it, I did, but deep down a part of me kept telling myself that I would never be able to drive the manual gearbox. Sure, I had watched videos of how to do it, but whenever I would take the cover off the car and sit down in it my mind would be overrun with other thoughts of anxiety. So instead

I have never been very skilled at driving a car. I got my driver’s license in February of 2015. No one really ever took the time to teach me how to properly drive. Of the required 50 hours one is supposed to drive before they get their license, I probably got around 20 at the most. Since I got my license in February I have almost been in numerous traffic accidents. This paper is going to highlight some of the more memorable events where I have almost crashed my car. Some of these events include; running red lights, hitting stationary objects, driving on the wrong side of the road, and running into large pot holes. Many people do not trust me to drive their cars, or to ride with me on long distance trips. I also have a hard time trusting myself