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. When I stepped out of the door on that Saturday morning the weather could not have been any better. The sun had only been in the sky for a few hours so the air was still cool. The mix of sunshine and a slight breeze hit my face at the same moment and it felt superb. The short walk across the driveway that I had to take to get in car felt like ages. I had arrived at my bank, wells Fargo, after …show more content…
the thirty minute trip to Sioux Falls. The freshly painted lot was empty except for the employee parking. When I walked in the door it hit me like a wall, the classic bank smell. The smell that always reminds you of bank but you can’t quite figure out what it actually is. When I approached the bank teller I was greeted with a smile. I asked to withdraw $2000 in cash and she got right on it. With 20 crisp bills in my hand I grabbed a dum-dum and walked out. After making it through the Saturday morning downtown traffic I was finally there. At first sight it was not the prettiest thing but I could see the potential. The paint looked like it was done by a preschooler let loose with a can of black primer. The fiberglass body panels were cracked and the side skirts looked like they were about to fall off. The dealership owner walked over to the car where I was standing and showed me around the car. He looked the like stereotypical American with his big belly covered in a second amendment t-shirt, blue jeans and a short brown beard. The first thing he did was pop the hood. Even though the outside of the car looked unsightly, under the hood was beautiful. Everything was chrome and polished and all the hoses and lines were all red. He showed me all the new performance parts like the big turbo and blow-off valve. I didn’t really quite know what I was looking at because I had never seen a turbo car before but I learned real quick during the test drive. Now was the moment I have been waiting for, he handed me the keys and told me to take her out for a spin.
When I got in the car the seat seemed to fit me perfect. It smelled like gasoline and oil inside and out which probably was not good but I loved it. When I turned the key there was a great deal of beeping and flashing lights. On the left side of the steering wheel was 3 bright white gauges. The gauge cluster was cycling through all the colors of the rainbow and on the dash were two screens for tuning the car and for showing even more information. The car was a manual but this was not my first rodeo. I forced the shifter into first gear and let out the clutch. The first thing that I noticed was the torque, it was like no car I had ever driven before. When I was driving it slow through the city it seemed average but once I hit the interstate it was insane. Starting up the on ramp to the interstate I started in second gear. I put the pedal all the way down and then I started to hear a whistle coming from the front of the car. I could hear the wheels spinning for a brief moment then it caught traction and flew forward. My head got thrown back and I was already going faster than the cars on the interstate. When I let off the petal to shift gears the car made a loud whoosh noise. I could not stop smiling for the rest of the drive. All the noises sounded like a symphony, the whistle of the turbo, the whoosh of the blow off valve and the straight pipe exhaust all working
together in harmony. I brought the car back and went inside to talk business. The owner was sitting at his desk with his assistant at his side. He had a southern accent and looked like a cowboy. When the owner pulled out the title and bill of sale the assistant blurted out “Is that that fast and furious car? That thing is like a jet!” I could not help myself from laughing and managed to talk them down to eighteen hundred dollars. I signed all the papers and it was final, I was officially the owner of a turbocharged 1996 Mitsubishi eclipse GS-t.
I love riding four wheelers. I also love to adventure so I guess you could say my character trait is being adventurous. I’ve been riding my whole life, you think I’m kidding but my mom even rode four wheelers when she was pregnant with me so yeah. I got my very first four wheeler when I was three and I rode it till I was nine, but then I wanted to ride with the big boys or girls or whatever. When I was ten I got Yamaha blaster two hundred. It was my first manual transmission four wheeler. It was also a fixer upper, so I restored it to original condition and learned valuable knowledge along the way. So now I know a lot about four wheelers. When I got done fixing it it was a lot better than before. So I figured I was ready to learn how ride a
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.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at golf practice. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was just a slight breeze, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. No one could have asked for a better day.
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.
Today was overcast with gray gloomy clouds covering the sky. It was accompanied with a cool breeze that felt really good when it hit my body. Filling the desalinator was so boring, I felt like I was a robot doing all this work. The sun was starting to go down marking the end of another long day when I heard a scream come from the jungle.
The day started out as any other day, but I seemed more excited than I'd ever been. My happiness was radiating off of me. My friend Sean asked, "Seth, why are you so damn excited today?"
It was a cool Saturday morning in the month of July. The sun was slowly rising and the humidity in the air placed a thin layer of condensation on the windows of the RV. I was excited for the big camping weekend of the season when people from around the country came to see beautiful, glimmering firework shows to celebrate our country’s liberty. The camping ground was silent and still before I ran out the door. I was mainly joyful because I was going to be the first kid out my three siblings to drive our new golf cart.
A time when I overcame an obstacle and experienced success was when I finally got rid of my fear of driving. My parents had always told me “Driving a car is just like riding a bike” that was a total lie, well at least for me . I only wished it was that simple. It all started in my junior year of High School I was about to turn sixteen in two months. My parents have constantly been telling me for two weeks that I have to practice my driving.
Eleven years ago, during a cold fall in October, something that would be special to me was purchased. A gray, Honda Odyssey was bought. This car was like another brother to me and my younger brother and another son for my parents. We’ve been driving this car ever since I was still a young child. It felt very important to me and I had no intention of ever letting it go.
People think that cars are just used for transportation, but for us it is something more. It is a fun but expensive hobby, it is what brings us together as a whole. We are the car culture. From the mountain passes of Japan, to Europe's back roads, and America's super highways, it is the same around the world. I'm Roman, people look at me as a regular, and also a funny person, but in the other side of me I'm a car enthusiast, me and friends or even people at car meets just talk about cars.
It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.
I lived with my father for my entire life, but due to his work I did not spend much time with him. My father worked at a different city; and thus he comes home only a few times a month. My father is a mechanic. He works at a company that is distant from our home. This was due to the company being the only one and the first where cars were being assembled in Ethiopia. Sometimes on the weekends I used to go to his work place. He would give me a trip of the place; the station was filled with vehicles, trucks, and motorcycles. It was separated by sections. In each section there were only one type of vehicle and the assembly process was shown step by step. From a fuse to large engine of the car, components were getting attached.
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.