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. I had a lot of good times with this car. Most of my good times with it was when my family and I would have a family trip. My favorite memory with this car was when my dad taught me how to drive it. I drove it around my front yard and I almost rammed it into the front gate. It was scary, but I had a very fun time driving for the first time. The car was in full function for a long time, until the …show more content…
We had less than one-hundred miles left to drive. There was oil dripping from beneath the car and smoke coming out of from the hood. At first, we thought our car had overheated, but then a car stopped by to help us. The man said that we had a transmission fluid leak. We stayed there until nightfall trying to call our insurance to get us a tow truck. It was a really scary situation for me since my parents and my phones were starting to run out of battery and night was beginning to fall. Luckily, we found an outlet for us to charge our phones. When our phones were charged, we called for our insurance. Our insurance rescued us at around eleven o’clock at night and successfully made it to our friend’s house at around one in the morning. After a few fun days at our friend’s house, my little brother and I saw our dad looking at different websites of car donations. With tears in our eyes, we came up to our Dad and asked him why he was donating our car. He said that the car would no longer work. After arguing, my little brother and I were drowning in a sea of grief. We ate our dinner super fast, didn’t spend quality time with
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
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.
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.
As you can imagine I was contributing my fair share of all the clamor, but after about seven hours it soon became apparent that the effect of energy drinks would wear off. If you could have been there and looked around you would have seen some people reading, other talking amongst themselves; however, I was playing halo on my laptop. About two hours later after just getting into Colorado everything bad you can imagine started happening. I was asleep at this time, but when I heard the loud BOOM!, SNAP!, and HISS, I was instantly awake and wondering what had just happened. At first everyone thought it was just a blow out, but after our youth pastor got out and checked all the tires it soon became clear that there was a much bigger problem at hand. So our youth pastor decided we should call a mechanic and a tow truck, the problem was deciding if we should call...
..., cried and loved together. There was six of us and we stuck together stronger than any bond, nothing could tear us apart. When one was in trouble we worked together to make things better. As a child, I always wanted to be in charge and this was a way for me to really be in control, I wanted our family dynamics back. At his memorial I explained to everyone that this wasn’t the end of our family, everything happens for a reason. God saw that we didn’t appreciate each other and the bond we had before and in a way he took someone who he knew was strong home with him. Together we began to make the efforts to visit each other at least once a month and call more than once a week. We now plan like Sunday dinners and follow through. We are learning that tomorrow isn’t always promised and we should cherish the loved we have at that moment because it can easily be taken away.
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.
I look at my dad and right before I crack and let all my emotions flow out to him I hear the brakes squeak and the truck come to a halt. We were at the softball field. My dad opened his door and jumped down. “Okay go grab your bag, your cleats and then help me unload the gear,”. I exhale a huge breath and try to keep my composure.
Have you ever been so excited for something that the night before you couldn’t sleep at all? I couldn’t get it off my mine, I couldn’t focus on anything else. After driving around in my little yellow car for a year or two, it was finally time for a much needed upgrade. I didn’t want to be the girl in the “Yellow Bomber” anymore. The car I was going to get was a 2011 Chevrolet Equinox 2LT. When I got to take my car home for the first time, I instantly fell in love with it. The first thing I noticed that I liked about it was the style, color, and the interior. After driving it for a few days I got use tot the features it has and I liked them a lot. Of Couse an added bonus was how safe it was on the road and the 2-wheel drive.
My mother said, “Turn around, I forgot something.” As my father turned the wheel, my sister and I were nervous that we would miss our flight, but curious as to what my mother “forgot” considering that our whole house was packed in our car. My mother came back into the car. My father sternly announced, “We missed our flight, we have to drive.” Nine years later, my mother admitted that we could not afford airplane tickets, so we had no other choice but to drive.
It was three months after I got my Learner’s Permit. A beautiful sunny day, the birds sang in the morning, and people driving back and forth. To start this day new and fresh I put on my brand-new t-shirt I got from the Nike store along with a basketball short. As I’m getting dressed and ready to start my first in-car lesson, my dad is sitting in the car with his work suit, seatbelt fastened, and face straight like a dude who just got pulled over by a cop. I’ve often dreamed about driving ever since I was in my mom’s womb, two hands on the circular steering wheel, and one foot on the pedal, driving excitingly.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
June 13, 2011 was a surprising change that none of us expected As a 9 year old girl, I didn’t know whether I would have the chance to own and grow up with an animal that I could care for and spend time with, besides a fish. Me, my siblings, and my mom had always wanted one, however, specifically a dog. It was oftenly discussed at the dinner table while all of us would try to convince my dad, but it seemed as if it always went right through him. By getting the same few negative responses over and over again, we thought the days wouldnt’t come with us walking in the door after school, seeing a fluffy, lovable dog running up to us to greet us. We didn’t think we would have those moments at night where we would feel our dog laying next to us and even get annoyed by hearing loud barks during the day.
They took him away and we watched everything it all felt so unreal as we saw him go and from this point on we knew that we would never see him again. My dad meant the world and much more to me. The few next days we were setting up for the funeral which was one of the worst parts because everyone always came up to me and said are you okay and I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn't
After two and a half hours of Driving, on an old narrow country road, maneuvering the Maverick to its full potential I began to sense the problem with my car even before it actually happened.
One of my favorite memories while working on it was when my dad and I needed to replace all the fluids. We were first in line at the do it yourself auto shop to make sure we got a bay. We were quite the sight to see donned in our most unmatched, raggedy clothes. The shop tech directed us to our bay and opened the door in haste. A crank of the key and the truck screamed its way to life ready to roll. I carefully lined up the wheels and slowly at the rate of a tortoise, eased the truck through the garage door. The rumbling from the dual carb exhaust was bouncing off the walls and ceiling like a ping pong ball. We hoisted the truck high and quickly began the long and tedious task. It was just a short amount of time before both of us were covered with a plethora of various forms of liquids. After sucking, draining and refilling we were finally done. My dad glanced over at me and began to laugh. I look at him and cannot hold back the laughter either. We were both drenched in a cornucopia of sticky mess. My dad says, “I think you got a little something on your