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.

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 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

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.

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.

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.

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

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 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

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.

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 my father and I watched NASCAR on television, my father told the three of us that we were going for a ride. As we walked to my father’s old-fashioned 2-door Grand Prix, my father asked me to take the wheel. I refused promptly and my father told my middle sister to sit in the driver’s seat. As my father explained to us the different gears in the car and the distinction between the gas and brake pedal, my legs started to tremble. Flashbacks of the lawn mower accident clouded my thoughts. I thought about the consequences that I would face if I hit someone and if the car was even capable of making sharp turns on deep curves. As the car started to move, I almost panicked, but soon realized that I was not behind the wheel. My father let my sister ride on the edge of the yard in a complete square. As we approached the front of the yard, my eyes, accidently, glanced over to the bird bath that still remained after all these years. To avoid throwing away the bird bath, my father placed the seahorse back on top of the bird bath’s structure. As I stared at the bird bath, visions of that day taunted me. I knew that I that I was not emotionally capable of driving a car due to my traumatic experience with the lawn mower, which equates to almost one third of a

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

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

The first automobiles were on the road in the 1930’s. They all had some sort of manual transmission. The first automatic transmission came out in 1940, but wasn’t seen in many vehicles until later because of the impact of World War II had on the automotive industry. Automatic transmissions have become popular because of how convenient they are.