Auto Repair Short Story

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Auto Repair
This is a story about how I got into working on cars, but first I'm going to have to tell you about how my dad got into it. Then I will explain how I got into turning wrenches and I'm going to tell you about the first thing i've ever done to a car by myself.
My dad started working on cars with my grandpa when he got his first car in high school. He learned allot through just looking at things and understanding how they work and a little bit of trial and error. He tells me stories about how he used to fix his car, mom and dad's cars, and also my aunt's cars. Then he started working on his friend’s stuff and he did most of the work in his parent's garage and he ended up making a pretty good name for himself that way. He built …show more content…

We had a blast riding for hours. At the end of that day, things went south. Suddenly, I got the name Crash. I am going to explain how.
It was a Saturday afternoon in the late spring, it was probably about 85 degrees outside. Me and my friend, R.J. decided to go riding 4-wheelers. I took his Suzuki 450 for a spin. We were riding next to a road, when I noticed this guy in his tan convertible foxbody Mustang. He started racing his engine and we both took off, I was in front of him and I had already burned through all 5 gears and I realized I had to turn. I let off the gas and downshifted to 4th gear and hit the brakes to turn. I was going too fast for the turn so I had to go a little bit wider through the turn and I made it a quarter of the way through the turn . That is when it went bad, the right front tire fell into a groundhog hole. This hole stopped the 4-wheeler dead in its tracks and threw me over the handlebars. I landed on my head and got ran over by the quad. I remember seeing nothing but black and when I stood up and looked around I saw the quad about 300 feet away in the ditch. I walked up to it, got on it, and started it when I realized the front brake lever was gone so I had to buy my friend a new brake …show more content…

I love it so much because of the sense of accomplishment that you get from building something. You stand back and admire your finished product. It is a proud moment to know you did this and it worked.
Ever since I was little I would go to the garage where Dad would be working on things. I had my own spot with hammers, nails, and scrap wood. I also enjoyed building things out of Lego’s. When I was in fifth grade I saw my Dad welding so I ask him to show me and he said, “I will but not on this because I had rather you start on something not so important.” I agreed so later on that week he taught me how to weld. I did many odd jobs around the shop welding on things.
Then in seventh grade over winter break, I built this sled. It almost looks like a dogsled that they use in the dogsled races. I made it so it was big enough to ride with 1 person standing on the back and 2 people sitting on the front. It took me 2 whole days to build it. That thing was so fast and fun but it was really hard to get back up the hill after you slide down. I modified it by tying on a piece of rope so I could pull it up by the rope. Later on this winter, I had plans to build a 2-man sled using a car hood and building a roll-cage with 2 kirkey aluminum racing seats with an oh-shit bar all the way across so you can hang on extra

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