Venamis cart I had sweet and sour chicken. There were 4 people in front of me. the wait was short. I had sweet and sour chicken with crab rangoon and sauce on top and rice it cost $6. The cart was small but spacious. service was good the wait was short it. The smell was mouth watering. Taste was delicious.
During our first run Taylor and I noticed that the car was turning way to the left. So in order to fix this we started our car as far to the right of the track as possible. After our first trials we realized that we needed to fix our string. We needed to cut the string we had attached off of our car and make a new one. When we made a new one me made it a little bit longer than the car and only hot glued it to the hook, not to the frame. Our new string had a loop in the end of it so we could put that on the toothpick. So now we understood that the toothpick did have a real purpose and we couldn’t glue the string to the mousetrap. After we made these changes we ran our car three more times.
One of the most important events that happened in my life was just recently, and that was buying my second car. This thought process was in the making for quite a while, considering that I was getting tired of taking my silver Hyundai Elantra in the garage every four months for repairs. For that reason, it made sense that it was time for a new car or a used one, I did not care which all I cared about was that it had to be a manual transmission. In addition, the fact that I outright hate going car shopping, I put it off and off until this past January. Since my mom had surgery that month, she was home and could go car shopping for me, well searching on the computer shopping. Since she was doing that, I did not have to worry about it and she knew what I wanted for a car.
In conclusion, my 1st car was a bust traveling 9.8 cm/s, my 2nd car did pretty well traveling 35.86 cm/s, but wasn’t built very well and lastly my 3rd car was the most successful, traveling 50.16 cm/s. Over the time that I worked on this project my skills really did advance. In the beginning, I was clueless and now, with the materials, I could make another car in a day. I learned a lot from trial and error.
At sixteen, I received my first job, and by the age of seventeen, I purchased my first car. While the car was only worth about $200.00, I gave the seller $1200.00. Along with overpaying, the car did not have a title of ownership. When I first purchased this car, I had the understanding with the seller that the vehicle had a salvage title, but only a bill of sell was given with the car. However, this was still not my worst experience with this automobile. From the inside to the outside, to under the hood, and even on paper, this car was an illegally procured nightmare.
Two years ago i was with my friend and his dad raced down at peoria speedway, and right after we unloaded the car he has a hauler so you can get on top of it. We heard commotion behind us and there was two white cars pulled up and two girls got out of the cars and they started fighting like pulling out their hair. I thought that it was hilarious probably 10 minutes into the fight the girl gets back in her car and tries to run the girl over. The girl that almost got ran over she punched a hole in the driver's side window and tries to pull her out. So the cops get there and both girls are in their own car and the officer is talking to the girl in the car behind the first car while she is talking to her the first girl spins her tires and she drives
Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I
The roar of the engine, the wind in your hair these represent the freedom of owning your first car. I learned how to drive in our cow pasture when I was only ten years old, and after that I dreamed of the day that I would have my very own car. I was so excited to get and drive my own car, little did I know that my dream would come crashing down.
Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when
Around the time I was getting settled into sophomore year at Memorial, I got my driver’s license. The freedom of driving alone was awesome but having my license was beneficial since I had an off-campus practice for the golf team nearly every day. At first, you could say I was a little bit paranoid because I was inexperienced and I was driving a nice truck which was my first car. Eventually, I felt more relaxed and I started to gain confidence behind the wheel. This false sense of confidence caused the biggest and definitely the most expensive mistake I have made in my entire life.
When I turned sixteen, my parents and I went looking for a car for me. We looked all over the town of Austin, MN. Until, we pulled up to Southwest Sales. While we were driving around the Southwest Sales lot, I found that car I wanted. This car was a maroon 2002 Mitsubishi Eclipse. When I saw the car I told my mom “That is the one I want.”
In my heart, I knew it couldn’t be true, but they all said she was dead. I was at her funeral and everyone told me to move on, but I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.
In life we go through many changes and for that instance it is the same situation with my car. During the 1 year that I had my car many things stayed the same, however some changes have been made. Some of the changes were major and some were minor. I take a really good care of my car and throughout my experience with my car I think it looks really good. I have spent a lot of money on it but it was worth it. This is my project car so there is a lot of progress already done to the way I want it to look and perform, but still far away from being fully done.
I looked out the car window, air from the AC blew threw my braids as I gazed at the upcoming gas station. “ I could probably draw that gas station logo,” I muttered. Taking out my brown sketchbook from the seat pocket, I tugged the pencil from behind my ear and prepared myself to draw the bolded golden Chevron logo. However, the moment I looked up, my mothers car had passed the gas station and we were already at my home. It was no use in drawing the house; I already had multiple houses drawn in my sketchbook with various colors and designs. My mind was still stuck on Chevron, so when I got inside I sat down and began to draw. The only problem was that I couldn’t make the mental picture become reality on my paper.
My grandma bought a new , speedy red car a sleek , shiny , glossy , red ferrari I heard her straight six engine from a far racing back from the ol' cribbage party of her new wheels, my mom got quite jealous Her slow nissan juke just can 't compare things between them have been just quite hellish They always look at each other with glaires screeching around corners, drifting through bends She drives like she's racing in a grand prix! She can 't seem to impress constable Zenz She collects tickets like bee's and honey I don't know where she mustered all the cash all I can do is just hope she doesn't crash
A couple weeks after school had just let out, I got a car. The talk of me getting a car had started in the summer going into 9th grade, and two years later it was finally happening. The reason it took so long was due to the fact that my parents did not want me to drive just any old, cheap car that clunked and roared down the road. At the time, it didn’t matter to me. I would have gladly taken anything just, so I could get around; present me, however, thanks them for making me wait, so I could have a decent car. I now drive a 2013 silver RAV 4, which was previously my mom’s. Having a car now meant one of two things. One, I could now drive where I wanted or needed to within reason. And two, I needed a job.