Personal Narrative : Taking 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.

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

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.

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

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.

It was a cold Christmas morning, my mom and dad told us to come downstairs. So my brother, sister and I rushed down the stairs to open our presents. There were so many colorful packages. We got so many things like coats, games, shoes and clothes. We was so happy that we started playing with our things soon as we got them.

I am writing concerning the used car I purchased from your dealership on April 2. Your salesman told me the car was lightly used, having only 18,900 miles on it. The odometer reading was 18,900. Once I drove the car home, it had many problems.

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”.

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 couldn’t imagine my automobile being stolen. It was an ordinary vehicle without glamour. Even though, I experienced problems, the vehicle was mine. Consequently, I felt a sense of hurt and disbelief without a vehicle. Who would have imagine to be placed in this situation.

I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.

There was always that one dream, a dream you wondered hours about when it would become true, one thought of you accomplishing it would make twinges of excitement flow through your body. Ever since my dad got me Need for Speed on my Xbox 360 for my 8th birthday, I have wanted to drive a real car. As a child, I would always yell at my dad to go faster. At that point of my life, everything was an ongoing race and thus, speed was the key. I had always begged my dad to let me steer the car but as always, I had gotten a disappointing answer. Finally, it was all a dream, turning 18, and getting a driver's license. How cool was it to drive your own car and go wherever you want? It was a whole new level of freedom and finally, after 18 years of dreaming

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

So, early today when arriving at the bldg, something strange happened. There was no where to park my car. There were 2 regular spots open that I could have parked in if I had been riding a unicycle. Seriously, there is no way I could have gotten out of my car even if I were able to have pulled in to the two open spaces. Furthermore, I do not make a habit of parking my car in spaces that provide one inch between my and cars in neighboring spots.

One hot, summer Saturday in Austin, when I first saw my future vehicle in a junkyard, it was a lousy excuse for a car. I had to admit, it was not much to begin with, but I had a vision of what it could be all flossed-up. It was plain white. The grill was bug-splattered, and the windows had yet to be tinted. When looked at from the right side, you could see a volleyball sized dent in the front quarter panel. The driver’s side, however, had a painting of a red fox, curled-up and fast asleep. The upholstery on the seats was frayed away by wear, it had dull, regular stock wheels, and the back license plate was hanging on by a single screw. With peer pressure and society’s views of what was better in this complex world, I decided that I was going