When I was little I got a Dora the Explorer jeep for my sixth birthday. I remember driving that all around the yard and doing “burnouts” in the driveway. As I started to get older, I didn 't ride it as much as I used to and it was always left in the basement. When I turned twelve I told my parents that I wanted to get rid of it and they both agreed. I 'm now fourteen and ready to start driving a real car. When I first asked if I could drive the car, it was over the summer in July. My dad was all for it and agreed and said I should start learning since I would be taking drivers training soon. My mom took my dad’s truck in so I could drive her car. As we got in the car, he started driving up to the two track behind my house, we then switched sides and I was now in the driver’s seat. …show more content…
“ As I did, the car started to move slowly down the two track. I was hesitant at first, but started to loosen up. My dad said, “ Okay Jenna, put your foot on the gas and push it lightly.” As I did so the car started to move at a faster pace. When I was turned around and driving my way back, I felt more confident about driving then when I first started. As the car came to a stop at the end of the road, my dad was gratifying on how good I was for just driving for the first
When asked about it he responded “I had a 1941 ford and I decided to make a racer out of it.” It turned out to be quite the project he took out the windows and the seats then put in a seat belt then he was ready to go. He then took it to a local race track and started racing he even went out some state for some of his races. Overall he loved racing and he turned out to have a love for cars in general after that.
My breath caught, I close my eyes tight. I just counted to five. I just counted five. My eye burned; I pulled with all my might, I was going too fast. I tugged again putting my entire weight into it finally I slowed down.
Teen Driving All my life I dreamed of driving a car on my own, growing up my father would sit me on his lap while he drives his dads 76’ Corvette Stingray. The steering wheel vibrations, rumbling of the engine smell of hot asphalt gave me such an adrenaline rush at a young age. Ever since then, I knew as soon as I could drive I would do everything in my power to do so. When I came of age to drive, my parents didn’t trust me.
Becoming a truck driver was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I was a child care provider and loved it. I never could see myself doing anything except caring for children and then this wonderful opportunity came along and changed everything. I realized things sometimes don’t go as planned especially in this changing economy, and that’s when the most adventurist, scariest and yet fulfilling career change I have ever made was staring me in the face. I have never been in a truck before so I had an array of emotions and thoughts when I went to school to start learning about this big truck that was both scary and exciting at the same time.
That particular time was, when I was just started learning how to ride a bike. As a little girl, wanting to know how to ride one was something I wanted to achieve immediately. Getting the hang of learning how to ride a bike really took while to grasp. Eventually, I prospered in getting a hang of it. Through that little experience, it really showed me that determination can lead to great
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.
Having your own car makes you feel more undependable and comfortable in your life. You can go to any places without bothering someone else for a ride. It is a big challenge that you will deal with in life because you will need a good job to pay the car that you always dream. I haven't bought a car, but my parents did, and I know how hard is to buy a car when you have a lot of problems that you deal with in life. For example, three years ago, my dad had a car accident and the car got really damage that we could not use.
I remember the first time that my hand got a hold onto a steering wheel. It was
In those two and a half years I started racing. My first time I ever raced I got first place and it was the best feeling ever. I was so proud of what I had accomplished and wanted to keep racing. But after I placed first in that class I got bumped up to a new class that had bigger bikes and faster kids. At the time I was still on the 100 and I was racing kids on bikes twice as big as mine.
After many obstacles I finally obtain my driving licence. My first appointment day was a friday morning of January. I remember I did wake up late and I took a shower really fast. When I get out of the shower my mom told me to eat something but i could not because I did not have enough time. I remember that I had to run to take the first bus.
Sweaty palms, a general sense of fear, and surprisingly enough, some excitement. That’s how it felt in the car on my first drive. Learning to drive is actually a crazy thing when you think about it. We are throwing teenagers, some as young as fifteen years old, into motorized vehicles and putting them on the roadways. That’s a lot of faith and trust to put into the hands of someone so young and naive.
Go kart racing was amazing you get lots of plaques the plaques are amazing but that is not what i going to talk about i 'm going to talk about my first go kart racing trophy. My first go kart trophy means a lot to me when I first seen it was huge it was about 7 inches tall and 5 inches wide. When I went to go pick it up it felt coppery and bumpy It had a big fat helmet and it said at the bottom 1 place point.
I was finally stepping outside my comfort zone learning to ride a bike. The most memorable time in my life was the time my dad taught me how to ride my first bike. At the age of six he taught me the basics of riding a bike. Along with rules that were set in order to help me be responsible with my bike. I learned to ride a bike without training wheels.
My father told me that buying a car is one of the most fulfilling experience I will have in my young life because I can see where my money is going. Upon doing part-time works, I soon learned that earning money was not easy. Since I was also a student, I had
My dad’s first car was a 1968 Chevy Camaro. He bought the car in seventh grade for four hundred dollars. Over the years my dad kept his car at my grandparent’s shop, always telling my brother and I that he would fix it up to its formal glory. This past year he finally pulled the trigger and sent it off to a shop to start the restoration process. When he gets the car back its going to once again be a