It was about a year and half ago when I was taking my first car to the car wash. The car was very decrepit and antiquated, as I remember when went through the car wash. I guess I was just sitting on the bench in the front of the building when I thought to my self. As I was thinking I was wondering how the car would of looked twelve years ago, when it was new.
But as I was sitting their brainstorming I still could not picture the car in its original condition with all the present rust damage and dents.
Embarrassed bringing the car to get washed, I sat and waited for the car to make it through the other side. Nervously waiting I was greeted by two more people that were also waiting for their vehicles to be cleansed of minor visual defects. One of the customers was a man in his mid forties and the other was a boy almost the same age as I was. I still sat there in anticipation waiting to see my car pass through the other side.
Finally it passed through the other side followed by an eerie screeching sound. The dreadful sound was emanating from the dry rotted tires that were rubbing against the rails. After the car emerged from the exit of the car wash, it was then wiped dry by the co-workers of the car wash. Watching the employee’s wipe the car I could hear the boy my age say, “I feel bad for who ever owns that car”. The car was fully washed and ready to go as one of the staff members approached the benched and asked which one of us the owner of the vehicle. Again the muttered another comment, “sure isn’t mine”. The comment from the boy made me hesitant, but for a moment I realized the only person I was fooling was myself. So I picked myself up and as I was about to leave, the man in his mid forties stated to me “it could have been worse, my first car barely ran”. With that comment I was a little more encouraged to get into the car and leave with some dignity.
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		Mattie, the sole owner of a shop named "Jesus is Lord Used Tires", was accustomed to changing and rotating tires everyday. One day she received a customer who had driven over some cracked glass pieces on the side of the road. Mattie took standard procedures by lifting the car, taking out the tire, and finally dipping it to see if air bubbles would come up. "I'm sorry to tell you, hon, these are bad. I can tell you right now these aren't going to hold a patch. They're shot through." (page 40). Mattie was exceptionally nice to Taylor and told her to come inside and have some coffee. After drinking a cup of coffee and giving Turtle some juice Mattie came up with the idea that Taylor could work for her. Taylor being the one who doesn't like tires in the first place accepted the generous offer, but went almost nuts with the huge tire wall that surrounded her. Taylor was a good worker and didn't have any real complaints about her position, but she still had a fear of exploding tires. This fear was noticeable to Mattie. Mattie being the rough-tough but nice person, asked Taylor nicely to follow her, when suddenly Mattie threw a 5-gallon Jerry can at her. "Knocked the wind out of you, but it didn't kill you, right?" "That's twenty-eight pounds of water. Twenty-eight pounds of air is about what you put into a tire. When it hits you, that's what it feels like." (page 81).
Then the accident happened and my perspective changed. I heard a scream. My sister yelled “HELP!!” I watched as what was happening was moving by me speedily, not waiting for me to catch up. It all happened in a blur as I ran out to see what happened. My brother had jumped out in front of the skid steer while it was rolling down the hill. His leg had become wedged between the van at the bottom of the hill and the skid steer fork. There was blood everywhere. My dad was not home. He was at work so he could not come right away. My mom had to move the big van
"Hey boy where are you going?" the driver shouted at Bill while he stretched his arms across the opening to prevent myself from stepping down. I stood waiting. "Where do you think your going?" he asked, his heavy cheeks quivering with each word. "I'd like to go to the rest room." I smiled and moved to step down. He tightened his grip on the
surprise, I noticed an old, rotten car parked on the shoulder of the road and a
really neat car that not many other people had. Than the next thing I would do
“License and registration please.” He said. He goes back to his car with my license and registration all of my thoughts were going crazy and I didn’t know what to do but think “ What is happening?” I thought.
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
Yeah that was my car, I was a brand new driver casually running into everything I seen. It was about 3 months into having my license. I was on my way to volunteer for parent teacher conference and I was extremely tired. There was a Dunkin Donuts right next to my school, so I decided to make a pit stop. Waiting in line, made me very restless and I was ready to leave and go to where I needed to be. As cars in front of me started to ease up I followed slightly behind. When I finally got to the front window to get my Caramel latte , I realized my car was too far over to the right for me to reach. I twisted my wheel all the way to the left to try to and get a little closer to receiving my drink. When I finally got my drink “ hurry up” the worker said to me. Mistakenly letting my foot hit the gas and I flew into the yellow pole my Brand new 2016 Volkswagen Beetle was dented up and yellow. “What am I going to tell my parents! This is a brand new car!” I was ready to run and hide and never tell them, but the car meant responsibility
It was a sunny day. The leftovers of last week’s snowstorm still blanketed most of the surrounding area. I decided, after straggling about the house for nearly two hours, lethargy slowly creeping in, that I would go for a drive. I leaped in my trusty old Maverick and roared away. The Maverick, which I bought in 1975, was dark blue, (my favorite color). It was a steal and only ten years past its prime. It was a good, trustworthy car and until today, I had not had any problems with it. This was a spontaneous kind of getaway, so nothing was planned, no basket of food prepared, nor did I make any other preparations. Living in the city can be depressing so getting away from the concrete jungle for a few hours was a welcomed escape. I have not lived in this city for very long, although I knew the names of the adjoining towns, there were a few that I did not know. However, being the adventurer that I am, I drove off in a direction that I have never been. I do not know why I did not think to look at the gas gauge before I left perhaps I was too preoccupied with the thought of fleeing that I did not care.
An Event which changed my life, well when, I think back on my life there’s
I always had, and still have, a very good relationship with my parents. Some things have altered slightly with time but not too much. I used to adore my father. Like most young kids, I thought that my dad was the best thing since sliced bread. My feelings began to shift some as I started to grow up. I began to have my own ideas, and no longer was he always correct. Sometimes he was simply wrong, and pointing this fact out to him sometimes got me into trouble. The punnishments for these deeds taught me more in the long run than they did at that time.
Mom and dad where packing up the vehicle.My brothers look like walking zombies as they got up on the van. I couldn 't stop smiling of joy. As we all got in the vehicle to settle in I yell out " Goodbye California, Hello Mexico!!". My parents where not playing when they said it was going to be a long trip, took us at least four days and 3 nights. I just recall that because I slept most of the time. I heard my father say " estamos aqui Gorda ", other words " we here fatty", don 't get my father wrong fatty was a nickname for me since a baby I belive. Hey what can I say I was a pretty chubby kid, but that 's other story.I started to look out the window all ready can see different life style even the air smell different too.I was known to ask many questions as a kid , hey I still do. What can I say I am a curios
Throughout my life I have had so many embarrassing moments. The most embarrassing moment that will always come to mind is being chased by the game warden. I have had some close encounters with the game warden, but never this close before. The last time I was forced to call my parents to explain the whole entire night. Being in this situation most teen-agers would consider it to be a bad night, but for me it was more of a long embarrassing night. When the game warden was chasing me I felt scared, nervous as well as embarrassed knowing this night might not turn out to my advantage.