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I was fifteen years young-itching to get behind the wheel of my first vehicle. A young man’s dream is to turn sixteen and finally get the privilege of driving; the freedom involved in this privilege is just a thrill to teenagers in general. I, myself, have always wanted a car that was unlike any other car; I wanted a car that was fast, stylish, and purred like a kitten. White has always been my favorite color in a vehicle, so I kept my eyes open for a white car to call mine. Little did I realize, my brother had a white car that matched up to my expectations. It was a solid white Roush Mustang, and he had owned it ever since he was a sophomore in highschool; I never dreamed he would sell it, but somehow my dad talked him into parting with it. My dream had come true. It was white, fast, and unique; it was exactly what I had been looking for. …show more content…
Ever since my younger days I had always wanted a mustang, but never dreamed I would get one as soon as I turned sixteen. Although I loved the car, it had many flaws.The smell of the inside was similar to that of a wet dog. This was due to the time my brother left the windows down, and it happened to come a rainstorm that day. This was a burden, but it could be fixed with a black ice air freshener. I would buy a three pack of these tree-shaped air fresheners and hang them around the rear view mirror giving the car a clean, irresistible smell. The mirror also reflected not only my image, but a picture of my girlfriend; this was one of my favorite features of the car, my own special touch. Every now and again, my exhaust hanger would break, causing the exhaust pipe to hit the bottom of the car; this made an awful clinking and clunking noise every time I hit a small bump. This was annoying, but it was nothing a welder could not
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
Americans have been crazy about cars since they were invented in 1890. When introduced during the early 1900s, automobiles served as a more powerful and modern mode of transportation and little else. Now in present time the automobile plays a far greater role in American culture. Its popularity is due to its ability to accommodate our desire for individualism, freedom and power. The automobile embodies deep-seated cultural and emotional values that have become an important part of our American culture.
Reader need to be familiar with the information because it hard to understand. Personally, for me it was harder to read than any other book I read. Readers need to be fully with both theory and all the information drawn from different rules that they need to follow in order to engage the whole with the narrative. This book discuss how Americans love for cars and how automobile used to be an important part of American identity. People who live outside the country may want to read this because it shows how cars became a big trend in American history. To assist, his readers, Seiler includes the following aid in his book: Index, pictures, timelines. Seiler include pictures in the book by having on page 53 showing women driving cars and making the automobile a fashion accessory in the late 1890. He also includes timelines, for example “A 1936 driving manual packer quotes affirms driving as training for citizenship: “learning to drive must be closely connect with learning to live… you cannot teach people to be good driver must be closely connected with learning to live …... You cannot teach people to be good drivers without teaching them the same kind of things that make them good citizens” (Seiler 67). In each time, he would talk about specific time event for that specific time. Lastly, he also has an
The automobile, in all its luxury, is a desirable expense to almost everyone who travels. Along with it comes new-found freedoms, faster means of travel, excitement, and many other beneficial qualities to one’s everyday life. There are high-end pricey cars that people of high social status and wealth can afford, and the lower-end average priced cars that the average American can afford. Its very power is one wanted by all and many use the automobile to show off its glory and the sense of entitlement it gives them. In the 1920s, the automobile had been a new invention that was advertised only to the wealthy, but as it became more popular, it also became more affordable to lower class people. The presence of mindless carelessness, recklessness,
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When I turned twenty-two I was excited to purchase my first car, I had been saving for 5 years in order to obtain the car of my dreams. I knew exactly what I wanted, all the “bells and whistles”, and I knew exactly what I was willing to pay and not a penny more. I thought I had a strong knowledge of the sales and pricing of the particular car I was hoping to buy, because I had done my research for weeks browsing and comparing the Sunday car ads. I was assured that my knowledge of the sales would get me a fair price and a great deal. However, my overconfidence and naivety, in the “creepy” sales tactics used by the dealership, made me unaware of the three hour nightmare that was about to ensue; leaving me brokenhearted, angry and vowing to never step foot on a car lot again.
I got my car right before the beginning of summer. Brand new was not an option so I opted for a shiny-black, used Jeep Liberty. It was not in meant condition, but I was just exstatic as long as it had air conditioning that might just turn my fingers blue with frostbite. I had my car for a total of four months, however, before it became an unsightly crime scene. How did my car get wrecked one might ask? It all boils down to one decision I made. One bad choice could destroy a lot of things, so don’t let people convince you into making rash decisions. That was my mistake, and I'm still paying for it.
Over time, there have been several technological advancements that have shaped the world in which we live and are familiar with today, and one advancement, in particular, that has influenced American society significantly is the automobile. Since the automobile’s beginning, it has continuously been improved and modified pushing the rest of technology to keep up with its rapid pace of innovation. Americans have frequently taken advantage of the automobile’s many benefits, but what they often fail to realize is that the automobile has given American society more than just the luxury of driving. In fact, the automobile has influenced this nation and the people within it both historically and culturally
When I was fourteen I began the search for a vehicle. I want to find an older truck or muscle car to fix up and have done by the time I got my driver’s license. So every day I would search the web for what would be the best looking, easiest to work on, and cheapest vehicle I could find. I fell in love with the look of the square body Chevy short bed trucks and it was all the things I was looking for; the hunt was on for the one for me.
really neat car that not many other people had. Than the next thing I would do
As my left foot lands in front of my right I pounder all of the things that the blame can be put on. My mind is racing from on thought to the next, but I am finally able to hone in on an idea. The light pole! That's it! There was nothing illuminating the black pavement on which I was driving on.
My first car, according to my friends and anyone who laid eyes on it, was a shoe box. Goldie, better known as a Toyota Echo, was the perfect a-to-b car. It didn’t require many repairs, was a manual, and even made a twelve-hour road trip to Florida and back, much to everyone’s surprise. The bittersweet day came when I had to sell it before I was shipped off to basic military training. From then on out, I fantasized about my new car that would have a manual transmission, more than two doors, easy on gas, and a way to play my music that didn’t require some tape or radio medium.
Once we got there we greeted my aunt and cousins, my uncle was still at working at the time. After we greeted everyone and had a small talk, my dad asked if it was fine if we looked at the car and she had said yes and led us to the backyard. The car was a black 2006 Acura TL with black interior, the day was rainy and the car had droplets from the rain so It was difficult to look for flaws around the exterior, i sat in the car and it was clean all around with the exception of a small dent on the roof, which wasn't a big deal. At first I wasn't really a big fan of it until I started doing research on them and the whole TL community, there's a cult following for this car and especially this generation.
In addition to the shop, there are things within the shop that have stories to them, making it what it is, such as the toolbox, Mustang, and Bronco. The Mustang was my dad's and it has been his since it was first manufactured. We were going to restore it to its original look that was established from my dad's artistic ability. Designing it with gloss black and flames coming from both fender wells. It had 20 inch racing slicks with a 4:11 positive track pushing 400 horses with its 302 boss engine. I remember how it used to smell, like hot dust leather and it used to suck me back in the seat almost giving me whiplash. We called The "Stang." It has been wrecked but only has a minor dent in its front right fender. The engine is now in my dad's 79 Ford but the