Personal Narrative: The Day My Car

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

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.

Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In

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.

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.

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”.

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

A day that I won’t forget is the day I got my driver license. What made it so great is the fact that I could go do what I wanted whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about my parents being right by my side the whole time. I was always making up reasons just to leave the house and get out and drive around, but of course I had to pay for my own gas. It didn’t bother me though. My first vehicle was a ford ranger, wasn’t my favorite, but it worked.

Learning how to drive is almost every teens dream, but having a wreck isn’t. Back when I got my license and started to drive, I was the type of person that believed I would never get into a wreck. I drove too many miles over the speed limit, had the music blasting, and carried more than 4 passengers at a time. There would be times where I got into a car with kids not buckled up, no license, and no insurance. My aunt Shenna’s burgundy Buick Lacrosse was the go-to car. She let my cousins, sister, and me borrow it whenever we had gas money. If there was a million dollar prize for the craziest, most dangerous teen driver, I probably would’ve won it. The day that I had my first wreck and got my first ticket was the day that my life changed forever.

It was the big day, “the engineering competition” and we had to make our car go the farthest out from everyone else. “Snap” was all I could hear as I released the rat trap and the race had begun. My Car had the momentum and was the farthest out of everyone else and then all of sudden some other cart in another lane past it and I ended up coming second. During the award ceremony, all I could hear was cheers as I got up to get my second place award. I have always had a passion for fixing things since I was born.

It was just the three of us, bouncing around in my 2002 Saab rust bucket hatch talking about how much grafton road had changed. Although it was mostly my father and Uncle Ted talking, I sat nervous and leaning forward so I might get to hear more of the conversation. That day was a long day awaited for me, it was months of research and years of working, but to them it was just another trip. It was the day I finally got to go buy my first classic car.

A car is a important part ot most peopele it a way of transportaion but it also a way to learn something new how does a car work. I always wanted to lean about cars they are so cool to lea about. I know not everyone thnks about a car the ame way and bc it the first thing that popped up in my head. I wonder about all the technoly that invoded a car with it everything that make it run esay and good.

I was 17 years old when I bought my first car. It was a green 2000 Honda Accord. It was an experience I would never forget. It was summer of 2007 and I was on my way to becoming a senior the following semester. I wanted to start the year of perfect, for te past couple of years in high school I was walking home, catching rides to parties but this year was going be different this year I was finally getting my own wheels. The thing is it was a lot easier said than done.

Lately, a significant amount of people have told me how great of a driver I am, especially for my age. While driving on a cool morning in May, traffic was light on the turnpike. Although I had been driving for two hours, I was alert, yet relaxed. It was the perfect day for driving; the sun was out, but it wasn’t glaring into my eyes. The air was beautiful; when I took a breath, it tasted fresh and clean. My mother was with me on this drive. She evidently was enjoying herself as she watched the scenery pass on her side of the turnkey. As I looked at the road, I asked “Enjoying it Mom?” Her voice was calm and relaxed “Yes Robert, I am enjoying this very much so.” With the silence of this perfect day, I could hear the steady purr of the engine. I noticed up ahead that there was a big truck spouting voluminous amounts of smoke into the air. Behind the big truck was a sleek, blue convertible, that appeared to be fine with driving behind the slow truck. I noted that due to the fact I was going a smidgen over the speed limit, I was going to overtake both vehicles in a matter of minutes. Seeing as the roads were in such a good condition, I decided to try and overtake both vehicles. I was in complete control of my vehicle when all of a sudden the blue convertible veered into my lane. As it was veering, it hit my car approximately on my right front fender, causing my car to be knocked into the shoulder that was next to the turnpike median strip. From my driving lessons, I knew that