It was the summer of 2017, on an early Thursday morning. The air was dense and foggy that morning. The hood of my Camaro had water bubbles all over it. I was so anxious to slide in the driver and meet up with my friends, hear the sound of the motor rev up, and most importantly cause some havoc. With the whole day ahead of me, I was ready to put the pedal to the metal.
As summer was in full swing I was feeling great. One of my favorite things to do is hang out with my friends and go to car shows. One of my favorite cars shows we went to is the one in Toluca, IL. My buddies and I walked up and down that street as much as we could just looking at the cars and talking to the owners about them. If there is one thing people take pride in, it is
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The one thing a sports car is good for is clearing my mind. With my mind going a 100 mph all day it’s nice to just be able to go for a drive listen to the motor rev up and crank the tunes. So with a stressful day of work i needed some time to myself. It was kinda late at night and i was planning on going for a pretty long drive so i drove to Caseys and filled my tank up with fuel. As i'm pumping gas i can hear the numbers ticking and all i can think about is money flying out of my pocket but with the day i hate from people yelling at me telling me to do somethings i just needed my own time so i was okay wasting 20 dollars. When your drive as much as me you tend to know the back roads like the back of your hand. Which is really good because you find roads that you like and then you find the ones that are bad and you don’t drive on them again. So as the pump clicked i went over and put the nozzle back in its stop and when inside to pay i came back out slide in the driver seat and when into my zone of driving. As i turned the key and slammed it in drive i gripped the steering wheel tight i left off the brake and pealed out onto 116 heading west. I turned right at the four mile corner and headed all the way to goodfield. When i got to goodfield i hopped on the interstate and drove on that for 30 miles til i got to Pontiac. When i got there i headed back through Flanagan and benson then finally i made it home. With a long drive, i felt like a new
It was a sweet car,” (Frank 21). However, later in the story Randy sacrifices his car for his friends, “‘What you’re getting at...you want me to contribute the gas lines out of my Bonneville.’” (Frank 218). Before The Day, Randy wouldn’t have sacrificed his new, nice car for anything. However, The Day has introduced numerous shortages, including gasoline, making the car effectively useless.
The Chicago Auto-Show probably the biggest auto-show in the state of Illinois. Really nothing special about it. Waking up at 4 a.m. in the middle of February to drive in a car for hours to look at other cars causing you to accomplish nothing useful in a day. Usually on the ride I look over my brother’s shoulder toward my cousin Drake’s Iphone. It’s not all bad though.
“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder.
The more I drove the more hope I found and in that hope seemed to be strength. After several more stops for food, bathroom breaks, gas and taking care of animal needs we finally reached our destination of the big city of Virginia Beach. Pulling into the driveway I was surprised by new friends waiting to help us unload the U-Haul. Unloading our belongings did not seem as difficult for me emotionally as loading them did.
It was an interesting ride you would never expect was down there. We were on our way to the plane intense was increasing rapidly. On the first plane ride it was just too intense I was so excited everyone was sleeping I was awake the entire ride. The only thing that I had on my mind is me getting there to the hotel. When we were done with the plane ride our first stop was in Texas.
As a kid, me and my family used to take trips around the U.S. every three to two years. The first I can remember was the time we went to chicago. Me, and my brothers looked off the 22nd floor in wonder. Except for Briar, my oldest sibling, who was indeed deathly afraid of heights. I focused on a grand carnival in the distance, filled with light and colors that could catch any nine year old 's eye.
I cringe at the smell of alcohol floating around the apartment. A cold shiver simmers down my spine as I hear footsteps making their way to my room. 3 loud, hard knocks bang on the door. I open the door waiting for it. Waiting for the rock solid slap that pierces my face everyday leaving bruises and black eyes the size of tennis balls.
The day my district manager ask if I’d be interested in working in Salt Lake City to train new workers for the restaurant I was working at was a strange day for me. It happened when I was eighteen years old, I’d had to drop out of High School to support myself, as my parents had died a few months before my seventeenth birthday. My much older brothers weren’t really willing to support me, so I’d began working at a seafood Restaurant at sixteen. I quickly was made assistant manager and was on track to becoming the manager of my own store.
As John C. Maxwell once stated, “There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. ‘Good pride’ represents our dignity and self-respect. ‘Bad pride’ is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.” Pride is not always a harmful attribute. People just have to understand the difference between ‘bad pride’ and ‘good pride’.
The trip to Florida. Orlando to be exact. We had been planning this trip for a while. My whole family hopped in the new car we bought about a month ago. It was already beginning to look like the car we had before.
From one viewpoint, it can be respectable and great, and on the other it can be childish and mean. Everything relies on upon how it is utilized. Pride is especially valuable when it helps us to have and look after gauges. Pride can likewise be a binding together constrain in a gathering of individuals, for example, when a group accomplishes a troublesome test or satisfies its elevated requirements. It has generally been utilized by leaders to support a discouraged association or nation to feel great once more.
“There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. ‘Good pride’ represents our dignity and self-respect. ‘Bad pride’ is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.” John C. Maxwell, enlightens the reader about the faces of pride. One is beautiful and the other is ugly.
Then on top of that, we had troubles trying to find Custer and where my cousin even lived. After awhile of driving around and trying to get a hold of my cousin and asking him for directions, we finally got there. During the drive it was really fun to see all the wildlife. The town was just full of deer.
“This year, we will visit Grandpa next Saturday.” My grandma said this sentence once a year for as long as I can remember. Not a year went by without going to visit him. My grandfather was dead long before I was born.
A memorable day I my life is when I first found out I was a diabetic. I was scared and didn’t really understand what was happening. I was too sick, and for the most part out of my mind. But, what I do remember is a lot of pain and a few visitors. It wasn’t the best day and I don’t remember every detail.