Personal Narrative: My First Classic Car

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.

The day felt as if it could not come fast enough to finally see my beloved grandpa. My entire family hopped into my mom's van and we made the drive to Unity Hospice in Green Bay. We parked in what

When the Weeping Willow trees became abundant around every sector of the car, I knew we were getting close. Once we passed the bridge by the small, grass bank called Cypher Beach, I could barely sit still in the front seat of my grandparents truck because I knew we were about to arrive. There I sat, waiting anxiously with my size ten feet smashed into a size seven foot box because if I removed them, I affected my grandfather's ability to drive and my grandmother’s ability to sit and look pretty. Even though the flip of the coin always caused me to sit in the front, compared to the comfy back where the other four children sat, it was all worth it when we arrived to our destination. The destination was just up the road, where we turned right

I was time traveling to 1969 where all the good cars where i went back to the place where they were I time traveled to to California where all the cars were i thought I would be nicer than now

When I was near to eight years old, I walked outside when my father got home that nice warm summer day. I went over to where he was by his truck and trailer to find that he was detaching chains from an old Farmall M that had been oxidized entirely and the motor and transmission had been seized entirely. “It was a cotton picker down in Texas” he said, “she’s definitely seen better days but we’ll make it look brand new”. Bang, thump, ssss was all you could hear as we loosened the binders that held the pile of rust to the trailer and took the shackles back to the tool box.

I fired up the old Dodge. After a few turns of the key she coughed and sputtered then RRROOOMMM - she rumbled to life. It was a two and a half hour drive to Houston where the march against the government’s ‘mandatory acquisition’ of property to build an oil pipeline was being held...but my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, so it took me over

I buckled up my seat belt preparing myself for the long ride ahead. The dirty window slowly rolled down right past my eyes, making a squeaky noise, as I yelled goodbye to our hosts. As I stared out the back window and saw our hosts slowly start to fade as we drove away, then started reminiscing all the memories made. I plugged in my headphones and drowned myself in my music as I stared at the newly built houses, watching kids playing kickball outside. I looked up with a smile on my face as my dad slowly rolled down the windows as the sound of cowbells and banjos filled the air. To my surprise, I was surrounded by cowboy boots and hats, and the smell of barbeque in the air. My dad slowly drove through the heart of downtown Nashville before finding a spot to park. In amazement, we pulled up to a restaurant called

A beautiful summer’s day, and I am so excited to see them that I can barely contain myself. They pull up in a large grey car, and when they get out I am surprised at how little I recognize of them, but then again I haven’t seen them sense I was four. After an extended hello they pull me into the back of their car. I see the reminisce of a long car ride in the back seat.

I walked out of my house on Sunday, telling my parents I was going for a drive. I got in my silver 2007 Chevrolet Aveo. I plugged my phone into the auxiliary cord, and scrolled down my music library, stopping on Frank Sinatra. I clicked the album Ultimate Sinatra, and played “That’s Life”. I put my car in drive and pulled out of my driveway. I drove all over Kansas City that morning.

As I got older my interest in muscle cars had increased. I had decided to join a car club called the Southwest Mopar Car Club. We had Participate in car shows and cruises. All of these influences had made me to pay attention and appreciate

At the age of 17 all I could think about was having a car. However, I understood that owning a car, I would be required to have a job. This would allow me to pay for insurance, gas and maintenance issues. I also understood buying a car required me to have a driver license. After taking all the necessary steps to purchase my first car. The very first car I bought was a “lemon”.

As I sat in the back seat of the car with my forehead pressed against the cool window and my breath fogging up the glass, I watched the unfamiliar landscape crawl by. It felt like an immense betrayal and I understood exactly why I had avoided coming here for so many years; This was the reality I had been trying to avoid. That perfect little

So it all began when i was sitting in school daydreaming. It was a normal day just like any other. Until I got home for about an hour. I came home got a snack and started to work on my car. Then I realized I was done. I was so excited! I just couldn't wait to drive my car, a 1971 nova, on the street. This car was a car my dad and I built by hand, and that's impressive for a 16 year boy. So I started the car up and did some final tweaking. Then I took it for a spin.

God is the creator of everything that we possess. As children of God, he as our father has blessed us with many things. As humans, sometimes take blessing and objects for granted or praise them too much. In the book of Ecclesiastes, it talks about the differences between the rich and poor, but also talks about one major similarity between them two: faith. No matter how different people can be or how much they have, in Ecclesiastes it states that everyone should remember is to praise God.

I absolutely loved long car rides; it was the perfect excuse to let idle thoughts roam and to isolate myself from the world. I only observed the outside through the window of the family van, my personal theater. The images that flashed hastily before the window was like a film strip; only revealing the pictures of the scenes for only a moment. This car ride was especially exquisite, for the hours it took to reach our destination allowed my imagination to mingle with the fleeting world which were only separated by a window.