Personal Narrative: The First Car

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

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

Rrroaoam, rrroaoaom, ta, ta, ta, ta, rrroaoaoaoaom, da, da, da, da, da, da, da. I got up from my chair and thought. “Who is that?” I opened the front door and saw a dark gray mustang. My dad was on the porch. I whispered to him and said.

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

When I turned sixteen, my parents and I went looking for a car for me. We looked all over the town of Austin, MN. Until, we pulled up to Southwest Sales. While we were driving around the Southwest Sales lot, I found that car I wanted. This car was a maroon 2002 Mitsubishi Eclipse. When I saw the car I told my mom “That is the one I want.”

I was 15 and had just bought my car in July with my own money. A 1993 Mustang. I had been saving up since I was 8. I didn’t have a lot of money so the car wasn’t exactly street legal. Don’t worry it wasn’t stolen. It was only missing the entire front half of it. It was December now and I still hadn’t driven it. Nothing had changed. It was still the same glossy black car with the missing front pieces exposing its rustic and bare metal frame. I wanted to drive it, I did, but deep down a part of me kept telling myself that I would never be able to drive the manual gearbox. Sure, I had watched videos of how to do it, but whenever I would take the cover off the car and sit down in it my mind would be overrun with other thoughts of anxiety. So instead

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

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

We were all shaking with excitement as we watched the truck pull in the driveway, the bright Summer sun reflecting off the hood. “Brooke calm down,” my mom scolded, “you’ll get your turn.” We watched him unload the new golf cart from the truck, our enthusiasm rising every second. He got the golf cart securely on the ground and gave us a thumbs up to signal it was time to go outside.

My sophomore year of high school was the year I knew I needed a job if I wanted a car—and I really wanted a car. My town had an Agway, a supply store for farmers and gardeners, which I did not know much about but was eager to learn. So I filled out an application and within that week I was called in for an interview. After that I had my first job.

This was the last thing Ben expected. Ben had always watched the races by Nokie Lake every Friday night. He had always wanted to race with the kids in the neighborhood. Ben would stay up late every night and watch the cars race by but the most exciting nights were Friday nights. That’s when the races got serious. On Friday night when they raced, they raced for pink slips. Ben always wanted to buy a car and race it so he did, Ben found an 1963 Ford Galaxie 500 coupe. The bought it from this old guy named Jim, He lived on an old gravel road by a swamp which was also by Ben’s house. The 1963 Galaxie had no motor or transmission and was only a rolling frame and body, the Windows were gone, the seats were gone, the wheels were gone, and the right side door was gone.

My first vehicle is an 2001 Toyota Prius, a well loved car that is almost always dirty inside. My Prius holds a dear spot in my heart and I believe the car is the reason hybrids mean so much to me. My interest on hybrids began when my father once told me that one must think of hybrids as a computer with four wheels. Anytime my car broke down, the first thing I would do is turn the car off and back on. This simple troubleshooting could be the easy solution to fix the issue. But as I have aged, my thoughts have turned to how hybrids change the environment, instead of just being intrigued with the mechanisms of how they work. During this course, I want to explore how the environment is changing due to the creation and use of hybrids.

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

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.

Right into someone's yard in a huge puddle. We got out of the car and tried to push it and it wasn't doing us any good so we got back in the car and tried to drive it out but we ended up getting it more stuck. So we ran away from the car because we didn't want the cops to get called because we just drove the car into someone's yard. So we tried to call everyone we knew with a truck to try to pull us out but no one would come because they either didn't have a truck or didn't have time so we eventually had to walk all the way back to her dad's house and tell him we put his car in the ditch. He wasnt that upset only because he said he has done worse when he was a kid. But they ended up taking her step mom's car wit a rope to pull out the car. So we all drove over to the car and the people that live there walked out and they were really nice about it and asked what happen so we told them and they helped us get it out and when we finally got it out they all said she won't be passing her drivers test. We were all laughing about it and we made it a bigger deal then it