Personal Narrative: My Grocery 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.

It made my little brother so happy. We tore up an axle on the four wheeler, and we didn’t want my dad to find out. My brother and I only had a couple of scrapes on our knees, and besides that we were fine. After my sister picked us up, she called my grandpa to come and help us get this four wheeler out of the dirt pile. He brought a big, long chain and we hooked it up to the four wheeler, and truck, and we drug the four wheeler out and took it up to his house. My dad and mom were at home and we didn’t want them to know, and that is why we took it to his house. We called someone to come fix the axle, and they did, but it cost a lot of

It was an average weeknight, my brothers and I goofing around, my mom sewing, and my dad was out getting groceries. All of a sudden my dog Rascal started spazzing on the ground and breathing really heavy. It was very confusing at first because he was fine and then he wasn’t. We put a blanket under him and relaxed with him. When my dad came home he said stuff in my private with my mom and they came back in and said it was time for bed. So we all went to bed hoping he was going to be okay.

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.

When I was younger, I really liked cars. I would go out to my dad's shop when he was working on things. My dad had a dark blue 1995 Ford F-250, he named it Old Blue. We always took it to my grandparent's house. On the way there we would go down a road with a lot of hills. My dad would go fast and act like we were jumping the hills. Eventually, we had to sell Old Blue because my dad blew the motor. My dad would also take me to weekend car shows and truck pulls. Sometimes at the car shows, we waited for the races. We went to a lot of truck pulls too. My dad would always talk to me about what the trucks were, and why they were so loud. He would make fun of the Chevy trucks when they did bad, and he would say “Should have bought a Dodge.”

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.

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.

One day, I was getting ravenous. But I wanted something sweet. So I thought, maybe I could ask my mom to go to the store and buy me some candy. So I put ‘candy’ on the grocery list , and my mom goes to the store every Friday. So when Friday came, i came home from school and THERE WAS CANDY ON THE COUNTER! Bags and bags and bags! I want to dive right in! But, i wasn't allowed. My mom said,“You have to wait til the memorial day parade.”

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

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

Walking through the grocery store and I hear an awful cry. Walking to the next aisle and I see a little girl screaming, kicking, and rolling all over the floor. She’s yelling, “Cake, cake!” Her mom yelled, “No!” and little Susie keeps screaming. Her mom had had enough, so she gives in to little Susie. I was just like little Susie; I would do whatever needed to be done to get my way. My brother Jared would soon find this out the hard way.

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

The sun was barely coming out, me and my brothers were finished packing. My grandma and grandpa woke up, and my dad got the car and was heading home. 10 minutes later my dad got home with the car and we started putting our stuff in the car. When we finished putting everything in the car we locked up our gates and we all got in the car. Me and my older brother Justin sat in the back. My little brother Gio, our dad, and our dad’s girlfriend sat in the middle. My grandma and grandpa sat in the front.

One nice evening on a lovely Tuesday in June. My mother an brother an I were all on are way home from a family dinner at my grandparents house, when all of a sudden I hear gunshots. I look in the side mirror to see three bulletproof cars. One is a nice black Chevrolet corvette Z06. The other one is a black 2013 Dodge hellcat,an the last car is a 69 lime green roadrunner.

Today one of my dreams had come to reality and that was driving a car. Well