Personal Narrative: Tested A Car On The Track

Before we did trials on the second day Taylor and I both realized that the front right wheel on our car was rubbing against the frame, therefore slowing it down. So we used the pliers to cut off a little bit of the frame in front of the wheel so it would have room to spin. Then we began our last set of trials.After Taylor and I finished these trials we

On Tuesday, Wena and I continue to work on group oral presentation; Allysa was working on the technical report. We continued to work on our jobs/roles.

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

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.

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

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.

As May came to an end and the temperature started to warm up, but winter’s presence lurked. Seventeen years old, too old to be without a license, I was almost finished with my junior year of high school. Since my parents wanted to be certain I was well prepared and had enough experience under my belt to be driving alone on the open road, a learner’s permit was in my possession for far longer than the required time. All the requirements to take the license test were exceeded and I was thoroughly prepared. It was now time for me to validate my skills on the official test course. However, obtaining my license proved difficult, but resilience in the face of failure cultivated success.

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

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

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.

Standing on the starting line, heart pounding, nerves running, expectations high, the sound of the gun could not come any quicker. Waiting in the blazing sun I can feel the sweat dripping down my face. It feels as though time is at a halt, just then, boom! The race is underway on this four lap journey around the track. Silence surrounds me as I run in a sold out stadium, my thoughts drown out the coaches and spectators. The speech my coach gave me before the race is on constant replay in my head. “This is your time. You will be district champ. There is no one standing in the way of you and your dreams except yourself.” As I come around the turn, I can see my team in the stands cheering me on. There is pure joy on their faces as I take the

If I were to be a monopoly piece I would be the race car. This is because the race car is very determined, competitive and has a fun personality. The race car is determined because in races you will always see each race car going for the crown and never giving up. This is just like me because in sports and other activities I try to never quit. Secondly, the race car is very competitive. Just like the race car I too, am very competitive. Whenever I play a game I always try to win, I just don’t really get this, “Play for fun” kind of thing. I’m always going for the gold. Lastly, I am a very fun person who loves to be active just like the race car. I always try to be in a sport every time of the year and I enjoy the sport just like a

The issue I faced this week was that I accidently put 50 grams weights at the front of the car, which made the car go slowly (decreased the speed of the car). As a group, we solved this issue by putting the weights at the back of the car like where the motor is, so the car can go faster. (but we did not fix our problem because we did not have time, so we thought that we solve our issue next week)

Creating a model race car for a competition in the past against my peers in tech class, I had to design a car that would be faster than my competitors. I designed a car that I thought was superior to all, I would disregard any advice given to me to improve the design of the car because I strongly believed that my design was the most aerodynamic and would travel the fastest. I was so focused and confident in my design that I did not realize that my car’s overall weight was to heavy, causing me to lose the race. The same goes for John Hammond, he believed that Jurassic Park would be a success and nothing could possibly go wrong in the creation of it, when in fact it did go wrong. John Hammond was so focused and greedy to make money off the park