Since passing my first driving exam and buying a used car, I have experienced different conversations with my father and other family members. Mainly, it was my father because he is in charge in the family for everyone. Some of those conversations were filled with good reasons while others were very difficult to prove. Everything happened when I finally decided to sell my old Chrysler 300 car and buy the new Jeep Cherokee. However, I had not enough money to buy it, so I asked my dad if he can help me out. In order to buy this car, I had to prove my father that my old car is breaking apart, the new car will have profitable purchase, and that I am a responsible person. First of all, my old car was Chrysler 300 Executive. It was very long, beautiful, and comfortable car. Since this vehicle was not new and I used it for another two years, it had a big mileage and significant engine problems. In order …show more content…
I always wanted to show my respect and love to my parents, brothers, and sisters. To do that, I provided several reasons. During my high school, I have never experienced any problems with grades. I always maintained high GPA and never got any grades below than C. I belonged to many good clubs and was successful in practicing sports. However, the main reason for this situation was my driving experience. First, driving for more than two years and having enough experience to avoid several accidents on the roads helped me to prove my father that I am worth having a new car. Second, I have driven over twenty thousand miles and always held status as a safe driver. By holding safe driver status, it means that I have never got into any car accidents, I have never driven under influence, I have never received any ticket for speeding or passing traffic light on red, I have never used my cell phone behind the wheel, and I always obeyed traffic rules. Those characteristics helped my father to form a good opinion about
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.
To begin , I am writing this for my beloved boyfriend, Ethan Daigle, on the matter of his recent purchase of a car, a Jeep Cherokee Sport 1992. For a bit over a year this High School student has been talking constantly about saving up for a nice old Cherokee to transport himself around to extracurricular activities such as Civil Air Patrol, Boy Scouts, and meeting with his band mates . With lots of dedication and research he finally found a man on "5miles" who was willing to negotiate monthly payments with him, sense he is only 17 years of age you can imagine how difficult it was to find someone to work with a teenager. After negotiating with this man, he finally got his Jeep Cherokee! Although, it was not the most spiffy looking car he was
I hopped in the driver’s seat of my husband big truck and begin to get very anxious. My mind went blank. I all of a sudden forgot which pedal was to brake and which one was for the gas. I had to pull myself together because I was determined to learn how to drive. I put the car into drive and both my hands on the steering wheel. Before I can do anything my husband yelled “Stop, and put your seat belt on!” I started laughing and buckled my seat belt. I put the car into drive, put my foot on the gas, and the truck jerked and sped off. I panicked and put my foot on the brake pedal and the trucked jerked and stopped. I jumped out the car. I no longer wanted to drive. My husband calmed me down and told me it was ok and try again. I got back in the car and said a quick prayer. “Lord please give me the strength and courage to learn how to drive this truck!” I put the car in drive and the car began to move. I felt the I was swerving in and out of the lane and that’s when my husband said that I needed to keep the wheel straight until I’m about to turn. After about ten times of driving straight and turning I started to get the hang of it. I was excited! I was actually driving!
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.
Do you remember how you came across your first vehicle? How was your experience? Having a vehicle comes with many responsibilities and expenses. I will never forget how I meet my first car.
For the last couple months i've been searching for a good car that gets good gas mileage. I was tired of driving my 94 chevy c1500 that only gets 12 mpg. I wanted either a 99 honda civic or a 97- 01 honda prelude. I was pretty picky about what car i wanted since i was spending my money on this car. The car had to be a manual, have little to no rust and had to be a 2 door “coupe”. I've always wanted a honda prelude because you don't see very many of them. A nice honda prelude with little rust and that runs and drives good was hard to come by, so i decided to just look for a 99 honda civic. After looking for at least 2 months i found the “perfect” honda civic. It had no rust, it was a 5 speed manual and had “low miles”. I texted the owner and asked some more questions about the car, he kept saying it was a great car with no issues.
My wife and I had decided that it was time for a new car. For the past 3 years I had been driving a hand-me-down 2001 Chrysler Concorde and my wife was driving our 2006 Dodge Magnum. As time went by the Concorde began to have one problem after another. The engine had over 200,000 miles and it was obvious by the way that it drove. I could feel it start to break down. The Magnum was a good and dependable car, but it was not suitable for the amount of driving that my wife had to do for her work. We got our financing in order and began to look at new cars within our price range. We took the old Concorde to the dealership and were able to trade it in towards a car that was more suitable for our needs.
Even when I was younger, I loved to pretend that the steering wheel was on the right side of the car and I would be the one pressing my foot on that pedal. So now that the time actually came for me to drive on my own, on that open, terrifying road, I felt like my stomach was on fire. I was so ecstatic that if we needed bread for dinner or that I needed to take my sister into town for practice, I could be the one sitting in the driver’s side of the car. I loved the idea that I could be responsible for running the errands, helping out the family, and being independent. The day finally came on August 14, 2016, and my stomach was like a fireplace blazing in the winter time, I was sure that I was going to vomit.
I have recently had bad experiences with my vehicle. I have been trying to get it up to par, buying new parts to try and make it run the way it should. I know it’s not a new car and I am well overdue for a upgrade, but I try to save money and do mechanical work for myself, I know I’m a girl, but I believe in my mind that I can make this happen. I have recently changed enough parts for the car to almost buy a better running vehicle. While attempting my seemingly impossible mission, I have realized the hard way that it is impossible to keep up with a car that has never been properly maintained.
The car has traveled hundreds of thousands miles. Through the hot summer days and the icy cold nights. The car has been a home to my oldest daughter. The car has been a place where she grew up. The long drive across town on the day she was born was just the start.
My father was an influential man. He encouraged me to go to college and to always want better for myself. In his eyes, I deserved better. He also challenged me to be nothing but the best. It was difficult at times, as he could be pretty tough on me, but I always knew that it was simply tough love.
Many people have a place that is special to them. Maybe it is the place where they meet with friends, the place where they feel safe, or the place where they fell in love. I have yet to find this place, so right now, what is special to me, is the thing that will get me there: my car. I drive a 2013 Dodge Dart. It is much nicer than my last car.
For the first time I know that parents really worried about their kids so much and it is not a joke when I say that parents worried when their kids are missing, or they went somewhere without telling them first, when I was in high school this is when I found out that my parents worried when I don’t tell them where I am going and what I am going to do there.
Later, that week we began going to dealerships to look for a car and my dad already knew what kind of car I wanted that’s why he wanted me to save more but, I just kept ignoring him and I really regret that. Whenever I found a car I like my dad decide to get it and the car was expensive since it’s a sports car.
My father has influenced my life in several ways, for staying in my life he has taught me about priorities and responsibilities. When my dad tells me things he does it in a unpleasant voice, he claims that’s just the way he talks but I