Personal Narrative Of A 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.

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.

Inside a nightmare is never fun, and inside my car was just as scary. The interior was in complete ruins with stains, as well as the rips. With no instrument panel lights, it was always a guess as to what speed the car was traveling. However, I knew when I was speeding when my steering wheel started to shake relentlessly. The back seat was a large trashcan because it stayed filled with trash. Consequently, I lost a bag full of crawfish until the smell became overwhelming. I even used an array of sprays and cleaners, but the stains and stench were impossible to remove. Even if the seats were torn to pieces and the lack of lights on the dash made it dangerous, I loved this car because it was my first.

Two years ago i was with my friend and his dad raced down at peoria speedway, and right after we unloaded the car he has a hauler so you can get on top of it. We heard commotion behind us and there was two white cars pulled up and two girls got out of the cars and they started fighting like pulling out their hair. I thought that it was hilarious probably 10 minutes into the fight the girl gets back in her car and tries to run the girl over. The girl that almost got ran over she punched a hole in the driver's side window and tries to pull her out. So the cops get there and both girls are in their own car and the officer is talking to the girl in the car behind the first car while she is talking to her the first girl spins her tires and she drives

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

When winter approached my car was transformed into a frozen ice block along with the rest of Indiana. As the days passed, frigid sheets of snow and ice that covered the roads and stores covered my car as well. At that point, I realized my car was ugly and nearly worthless, but my parents wanted me to remain positive, focusing on what the car did do. My vehicle had functioning heat and four-wheel-drive for the snow; however, none of that matters if the car is too cold to start. As the winter progressed, the car became more and more difficult to drive. Though I knew the moment I had been waiting for was quickly approaching, my parents and I didn't have the money for a new car to replace it, and that's when I experienced a change of heart and

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

I kept my car cleaned and always in top mechanical shape . . . It was just the right choice for college life . . . Unequivocally, it was a big hit with both boys and girls. At one point my 2 roommates had new cars as well, so to visit our place was like going to a new car lot. The unspoken game of one-upmanship between men is based on using the car as an image tool.

The car is a servant to the man is vivid to me because you can take a car to get places. The man drives the car like a jet is also vivid to me. I can see a man driving his car like a jet. The car is a restaurant another unusual one to me because I can’t picture it in my mind. The car is a word of the device would be another unusual one to me because I am not sure what it means. The car is a night club surprising to me because I can’t picture it as a nightclub. The car is a holder of mail is vivid to me because I keep mail in my car all the time. The woman uses the car as a glamour studio would be a surprising one to me because I would use the bathroom to glamour myself. The car is a family shuttle vivid to me because I can see a family using

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

One phrase I never understood while growing up was “your life is in your own hands”. To be fair, I never put much thought into this phrase, as I was used to being taken care of. I took for granted that I would wake up happy every day because I didn’t know any different. Life wasn’t always easy but I had a good attitude towards it.

My car is a 1989 Honda Accord. It is a tan color that is chipped and needs a wax. The inside is a maroon vinyl that is faded from the sun exposure. The driver's door is dented from a kid hitting it with their bike. All corners of the bumpers are scratched. The driver door handle is also on its last leg. I have replaced half of whats under the hood already this year alone. It has no power steering that has built up my arm strength. Just like all thongs with age it squeaks as I drive that I tune out by turning up the radio. The radio can't be played about 19 or it just sounds like a person talking underwater. The air conditioning onlu works for the drivers, which is fine for me but none of my friends will ride with me because of this plus all

I had sweet and sour chicken. There were 4 people in front of me. the wait was short. I had sweet and sour chicken with crab rangoon and sauce on top and rice it cost $6. The cart was small but spacious. service was good the wait was short it. The smell was mouth watering. Taste was delicious.

My first step was joining this car racing club. I was very honoured to be chosen as the part of the team this year's national car racing competition. Even though I wasn't as good as Greg, the only driver in the club, I worked really hard on improving my skills. The club wasn't a big club, or even a famous one, but we are truly very lucky to have Greg, he was the star at our club, while the rest of us were his helper during the competition. Every Saturday evening, i would help Greg on his training, and practiced for the upcoming competition. Greg was genuinely nice, while practicing, he would teach me about driving the car, and some tips and tricks about driving the car in the competition. In a short period of time, I felt like I was enlightened by Greg's teaching.

Internal swearing, external swearing, frustration, insulting, sweet talking and joy. This is the emotional roller coaster that is car work. It is challenging, but easy, too. It’s emotionally taxing. However, it is rewarding, too. In replacing the old and new, it gets interesting real fast.