Personal Narrative: The First Car Race

The ground trembles as the champ rolls in the shop, so loud the windows start to dance. The threads on the tick black tires are beginning to tear apart and are covered in oil. Engine so blazing hot it hisses angrily at the crew. It’s up to the crew to see what is wrong with her. That’s what an auto mechanic job is, to figure out what is wrong with a car and resolve that problem.

`Beat me!' he heard her cry. `Throw me down and beat me you dirty little coward!' A moment later she rushed out into the dusk waving her hands and shouting; before he could move from his door the business was over. The `death car' as the newspapers called it, didn't stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment and then

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.

Looking back, the first sign of trouble was the contest quota that I missed by nearly fifteen percent. After my initial hot streak, I took the news hard.

A few days before my 16th birthday my dad asked if I wanted him to take me out to practice driving. As I jumped up screaming yes, he threw me the keys. I ran to the car as fast as I could, extremely excited. My hands were shaking from the amount of excitement and nervousness I was feeling as I sat behind the steering wheel. I started the car and turned to my dad for the next instruction. I noticed he looked a little nervous, but his eyes were filled with tears. I thought he can’t be that nervous about my first drive, can he? So I asked him if everything was okay and as tears rolled down his cheeks he assured me, “Everything is fine, it’s just hard to see you growing up so fast.” We hugged, cried, and then laughed together. That is

As we pulled into the race track i could feel my stomach start to turn. My dad dropped me off to pull a pill to see where I will start. I pulled a 35 whitch means i will probably be starting about 5th. So we drive the truck back to our pit stall. I unload the car and as im doing it my fellow racers ask me how im doing. We talk for a bit then we go back to the trailors and get ready. When i start the car to pull out onto the track my stomach turns and i get a bad feeling but it`s no different then usual. So i get out there and i take the green and all my worries go away. I am driving past people and within 5 laps i am in the lead i am racing hard and running a good line hitting all my marks. When i got the white flag i could feel Ryan Liester

This was one of those full weeks where I have a full heart and I can't begin to fully appreciate much less chronicle ALL the FULL racing days,

I turned up the volume in my headphones as my sister, Amelia’s annoying voice sang louder as one of her favorites, but otherwise a terrible song began to play on the car radio. All I could think was just how much longer I would have to be in the car with her, I was ready to get out and stretch anyway, we’ve been in the car for nearly 3 hours. I knew that I would have to suck it up and deal with it until we got there, until then I would just have to keep quiet, saying something would only encourage her to sing louder. I started dazing out of the window thinking about our destination, we were headed to my great grandfather's house to try and clear out all of his belongings in order to sell the house after his recent death. His death didn’t affect

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.

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.

He gazed at a broken chest of drawers and promptly stepped towards them after helping Jack to his feet. He inspected the cupboard like a carpenter, levelling his eyes with each off-kilter shelf. He picked up a mechanism that had been lying on the third highest shelf and pocketed it.

As the lights dim, the curtain slowly raises on the city of Missoula. We settle back in our comfortable rocking chairs, When trout stepped from the curb, he was more or less a 100 feet from the crosswalk. As luck would have it, at the same time the light at the corner turned green. A 2016 GMC Sierra Denali HD spun its rear wheels as it rocketed forward. From its large stereo speakers C.W. McCall's 'Wolf Creek Pass' was blaring, “…..............with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.” As trout stumbled across the center line of the street, The young cowboy behind the wheel of the pick-up, slammed on the binders and locked up all four wheels. The blast from

He walks back to the truck, that I now notice that is really dented and dirty. Suddenly, a machine whirs to life. The machine on the back of the truck puts its two arms on the ground and hooks onto the front wheels and started to pull the Mustang up onto the back of the flatbed. The machine ultimately failed; the E-brake was on in the Mustang. Quickly, I jumped into my Mustang, Shifted it into neutral, started it, disengaged the E-brake, threw it in reverse, using the clutch properly, and floored it. For about a minute the world was full of a cacophony of noise. Metal breaking, tires screaming, and… wait, what’s that? A TRAIN HORN!!!!!!! He saw a light off to his left… the tow truck had pulled him into the train tracks!! I quickly stomped on the pedal once more, the train blowing it’s horn again. The tow truck slowly tugged me into the tracks. The Train blew it’s horn, fifteen feet from me. I remembered that I installed a nitrous booster in my car. It didn’t say anything about working in reverse. It was my only chance to live. As if it was all in slow motion I hit the button. My car shot backwards, pulling the truck into the tracks and the rims breaking, making the truck stay on the tracks, and me fly backwards onto the road behind. The truck driver jumps out of the truck in an effort to survive. He fails. He gets hit by the train on the way

The father arrived at the office at 3:55P.M. and Hokulani arrived at 4:00 P.M. the father brought his son another racing toy car. While the father was assembling the toy car, Hokulani snacking on cheese and cracker. He told his father that it was his brother’s birthday that day. For less than ten minutes, the toy car was set up. The father handed Hokulani the remote control. However, Hokulani did not learn to control the racing car. As a result, the car moved slowly or stuck underneath of the table. The father took over the remote to control the movement of the toy car. Hokulani set up a barrier for the racing car by placing cardboard game boxes next to each other. After a while of trying to control the car, Hokulani could not make it run up