Personal Narrative: My First Car

963 Words2 Pages

I got my first car on June 7th of this year from a private car dealer after searching for months. I had my fair share of cars that I saw that where piles of crap said to be in great condition, thanks to desperate car owners. Though in the end I got a car that I wanted and in great condition. Would I ever go through the craigslist hunt again? Maybe if the need for another car presented itself. The first car I had looked at during this journey was a 1997 Lexus SC300. It was a silver color with black interior. It’s body was scratched up and battered with it’s interior have befallen the same fate. Though I seriously considered it for the reliable 2JZ non turbo engine the miles at 157k were too high for my liking. The next car after this was a 2004 Volkswagen Jetta GLI. The car seemed like 3 colors thanks to the Black Magic pearlescent paint it had. The exterior had numerous scratches on it and the interior looked like a late night taco bell run had happened every day. The engine mounts were shot and the transmission shifted like a sledgehammer. The thought of a 2004 GLI with 84k miles was intriguing, but the car had seen better days. The pile of crap that was the GLI …show more content…

When I was little I always believed I get stuck with either my sister’s 2008 Jetta or my dad’s 1989 Ciera. To me these weren't cars I could call my own there were memories in those cars that weren’t mine. So when I saw the opportunity to have something that I could start my teen life with that would be mine and mine only I jumped on it. I enjoyed the thought of as it allowed for me to become more independent and it presented the ability to make the car my own. If I had started changing my sister’s car I would’ve felt bad because in my mind my sister still owns part of that car. In summary I’m grateful for the stroke of luck I had by having to ability to have a good car that I can call my own for many years to

More about Personal Narrative: My First Car

Open Document