Car-Much-Ers: A Personal Narrative-My Home

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.

The weather was warm yet brisk at the same time as I walked from my grandparent’s new house to the car. As I attempted to squeeze into the backseat, it finally sunk in just how much stuff my sister thought she had to bring with her. I moronically asked her, “Why on earth would you possibly need all of this stuff?” All I got in return was a menacing glare from my sister Erin and a quick “STOP” from my mom. I thought to myself, “Just a few more hours and she’ll be gone forever, peace and quiet will finally be mine.” I could not have been more wrong.

At the age of 17 all I could think about was having a car. However, I understood that owning a car, I would be required to have a job. This would allow me to pay for insurance, gas and maintenance issues. I also understood buying a car required me to have a driver license. After taking all the necessary steps to purchase my first car. The very first car I bought was a “lemon”.

Children are constantly asking their parents for what they need. In reality, they are asking for something they only want. As the children start to mature and become older, they will start asking for more realistic things. I know I am only thirteen, turning fourteen, but this is something we can all start saving up for. I am asking for a car, and I would love for it to be a light blue Volkswagen. It may have seemed expensive at first, but there are still a couple of years until I will be able to drive. For a while, I have been researching the cost of this car. The cost ranges from about $8,500 to $23,000.

I'll make this as brief as I can, but young folks, don't be me. More than 10 years ago, I came into a large sum from my late grandpa. I was depressed, sad, and mourning. I also never had money of my own, so getting 140k over a 2 year span at 18 was slightly mindblowing. I was cheap, thought nothing of it, and kept driving a beater car. It started slowly. A cool pair of sneakers? Well I do have money now, why not? A brand new iMac? I've got it, why not. The car started to go through problems, and a couple costly repairs later, I started dreaming about nice, brand new, sporty cars. Well, as one would expect, being in college on my own, this was my chance to shine. Mom was the custodian so it was pretty easy to just bug her a little to get access.

I am seriously exited. I'm getting to that age now where I'm going to be able to drive in less than a year. At some point I am going to need a car. I have made a criteria for myself that my first car will need to meet. My first car will have to get good gas mileage, it will have to be four doors, has to be sporty, and has to look alright. There are many cars that I could have chosen. I chose the Honda Civic SI of any year and the Acura Integra GSR of any year. Both of these cars have similarities and differences that make them desirable. I haven't chosen yet but I'll have to soon because I am going to be 16 in no time at all.

It was just the three of us, bouncing around in my 2002 Saab rust bucket hatch talking about how much grafton road had changed. Although it was mostly my father and Uncle Ted talking, I sat nervous and leaning forward so I might get to hear more of the conversation. That day was a long day awaited for me, it was months of research and years of working, but to them it was just another trip. It was the day I finally got to go buy my first classic car.

For me, growing up has been nothing but an exhilarating ride called the “You don’t get everything you want” train. By no means has my family struggled, it just would have been much different for us if we had been brought up by money. It took time to understand that I could not buy every toy in the store that I wanted, or go to the mall every weekend with my friends. Being raised in the middle class made me a stronger and smarter person in my opinion, but growing up in the upper class would have allowed us to spend more money on ourselves and not think about the consequences.

Well, driving a car is a fun and an easy task for most of the people, but for me it is a very challenging and difficult task. I say that, because I was so excited to drive a car, but it is just a fact of life, that things don't always work out as planned. I passed the permit test, and the next day I went outside with my brother to start driving. Imagine with me, the first time you move the steering wheel, step on the gas and brake pedals. Not even a five minutes passed, I confused which pedals I have to hit to stop the car, instead of hitting the brake pedal, I stepped on the gas pedal very hardly end up me with a minor car crash. The praise of God, nothing happened to me or to my brother; just I got a ticket and the front light bulbs of

Internal swearing, external swearing, frustration, insulting, sweet talking and joy. This is the emotional roller coaster that is car work. It is challenging, but easy, too. It’s emotionally taxing. However, it is rewarding, too. In replacing the old and new, it gets interesting real fast.

The first car I ever owned was a Volkswagen Polo. This car was my pride and joy and it took my life for a ride, literally. Little did I know, when I got that beauty, it was going to be the thing that saved me.

I stepped excitedly out of my mums car. I was certain I would get my back handspring today. I could feel my brain yelling at me to try it. I would regret it more than anything if I didn’t try it.

The automobile has had a tremendous impact on society and the environment since its development in the beginning of the 20th century. Today, there are over 500 million motor vehicles on the earth. The automobile's efficiency, style, and performance have changed over the years, but there is one thing that has not - the pollution the automobile generates. Because of the pollution, people find themselves asking whether this technology has helped our society or hurt it. Should the consequences of the automobile be cause to eliminate it? Or should science develop technology to eliminate the pollution caused by the car?