Personal Narrative: The First Car I Got My Own

I wanted a car so I wouldn’t have to rely on my dad for taking me to work, school, and other places. I had money saved up from previous summers, but it wasn’t enough to buy a car. I worked at Safeway during this time as a courtesy clerk. I hated this job because I would have to go outside and push carts during the hot summer and rainy days. I dreaded going to work when I saw how hot it was going to be, but I stuck with it. After some very long months at a job I didn’t like, I had saved up enough money to buy my own car. I was very proud of myself that day.

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.

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.

I was 27 when arrived into the United States. Lack of English did not permit me working for the place I wanted to. So I decided to do any job to collect enough money for my first car. I have read in the local paper’s advertising section that some ice-cream retail company is looking for the bicycle drivers to drive around the City on the ice-cream container pedal bicycles. It was not hard to get that job even with my beginner’s English.

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.

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

The Beginning - When I was sixteen years I did not expect a car from my parents. Both my parents never got a car from their parents. I expected to have me drive the minivan until Mom didn’t want it anymore and it’d become mine. And it was mine, for a while. I hated every minute of it. I worked two jobs during that year of high school to get my own car; one as a lifeguard and the other with a landscaping company. I saved my money until had a couple thousand dollars in my bank account. I started looking online for a set of wheels that didn’t have giant sliding doors on the side.

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.

Not everyone has one, but most everyone needs one. It is generally the largest purchase an individual or a family will make other than purchasing a home. This would be a car. I do not know anyone who enjoys car shopping, so anything to make the experience easier is always greatly welcomed.

The day my mom told me she would let me drive her truck for the first time, could be explained as the most riveting moment of my life; moreover, it turned out to be the worst. Once I stepped into the drivers seat of our 1997, Toyota 4-Runner, I felt as if I was on top of the world. Soon enough, I started the truck and the smell of gas grumbled through the car as we started our way down our driveway. All I could think about was what was before me: the cloth seats rubbing up against my legs, my tight grip on the leather steering wheel, and my eyes focused on the road ahead. This moment was one in which I have been waiting for; on the contrary, this moment could have turned out better than it did.

For me, growing up has been nothing but an exhilarating ride called the “You don’t get everything you want” train. By no means has my family struggled, it just would have been much different for us if we had been brought up by money. It took time to understand that I could not buy every toy in the store that I wanted, or go to the mall every weekend with my friends. Being raised in the middle class made me a stronger and smarter person in my opinion, but growing up in the upper class would have allowed us to spend more money on ourselves and not think about the consequences.

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.

With every phone call after that day, I wished it was Vineet. On one such routine day, I ran towards the phone and to my satisfaction he was Vineet who said, “Thank you. That is an amazing car I ever had.” I was so happy that day since my efforts paid off, but there remained a feeling of guilt. Few weeks back, my friends decided to give a gift to Vineet since he was recovering from nephrotic syndrome and asked me for a contribution. I said, “I would rather buy skates for myself”. Later that week, we visited him and he was looking helpless and weak on his bed. But, on seeing us he was so surprised and delighted when he received the gift. He thanked everyone and said, “Thank you! That is an amazing toy-car”. I said with a feeling of guilt, “Sorry but I’ve made no contribution for your gift”. Intending to do something special for him and the fact that my friend’s family was moving to another city, I put my efforts in making a battery operated toy-car by myself. By the time toy-car was ready, my friend had left for the city. I had an easy option to ask my father to buy something for Vineet but instead I chose a harder way, because it was my mistake and only I could have fixed it. I then sent the toy-car via courier. Later he called me up and said those above words. But the guilt in me ever remained that I did not see him smile.