Do you remember your first car? Was it an old beat up Camry? Mom’s hand-me-down van? A new Mercedes complete with a big bow on the hood the day it was gifted to you? Whatever it was, I bet mine is a better story. My car is an old Chevy truck, a 1984 lifted Silverado C20 to be exact. It was my dad’s old ride, with peeling blue paint and a boat load of mechanical problems. Not to mention the $1500 in tires and rims that I just spent. But that doesn’t matter, I’m in love. The first time I hopped behind the wheel it was a hot day, the air sticky with humidity. I sat down on gray fleece seat cover and a thorn poked me through my grimy cotton shorts. I was thirteen and the big black wheel with the Chevy emblem loomed in front of my gangly arms, …show more content…
A stiff breeze rustled the dry grass and a noticeable drop in air temperature signified autumn. Once again I sat behind that big black wheel with the Chevy emblem and cranked the key. The engine roared its deep, hot breath and the whole cab rattled with power. I backed out of the driveway and headed down to my dad’s auto shop. When I got there, he already had everything laid out - the wrenches and pliers, acetone, sanding orbital. I snapped on my dust mask and gloves and got to work unbolting all the accessories on the truck; the silver trim was soon sitting in a box by the door, the burnt out headlights in the garbage. Essentially it was just a bare hunk of faded blue metal sitting on bald tires. That was day one. The next weekend the painting actually began. Dressed in white painters suits, wearing respirators, goggles, and gloves my dad and I tag teamed the first layer of primer. I wiped down the surface of the truck with acetone and tack cloth first while he followed along with the paint gun. After the first coat of primer was on, I sanded it and then added another. That was day two. A few days later it would turn from a light grey to a darker grey with another coat of primer. Finally the day came to spray color. We practiced the ratios of thinner and hardener, mixing them so I could have it ready when the gun needed a refill. Once the spraying began the air in the booth was thick with a fog of blue paint. At the end, the truck that had been a faded and dented hunk of steel on wheels was transformed into a beautiful car. It was finished. One compressor was lost in the process and countless paint fumes were inhaled, but it was
I really wanted to tow it to my grandmothers farm and light it on fire. Then call the insurance company and tell them the horse lit it aflame then shit on the hood and kicked it it. I could see it pretty epic.... in the field.. my empty gas can by my feet... the windows down and the sunroof all the way back.. lighting a fire work and tossing it right in the middle. BOOM.
Only to realize my dad vanished out of the alley. I started to panic and tears streamed down my pale face. Beating my fists “thud, thump, thud” onto the black chipped railing that led the path down the ramp. The alley where the car had once sat a few moments ago now was replaced with potholes here and there with grass growing through the cracks.
A cadillac. My family was rich. They spent a lot on me. Little did I know, that just four days later, I would end up in auto-repair from my bad crash trying to parallel park. About a month later, I was dropped off at Stanford University.
When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up.
My speed drastically decreased due to the tractor in front of me. Hay was blowing into my windshield like I was stuck in a snow blizzard, all I saw was flecks of yellow and tan hitting my window and blocking my view. I could smell the ripe gasoline being pumped through the tractor and the Jason Aldean song the kid riding the tractor was blasting. But this scene was not abnormal in our small town. It was just another day in Boonsboro.
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.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
The short story “100 Miles per hour, Upside Down and Sideways” by Rick Bragg was well written and illustrates his personal experience with a 1969 General Motors convertible muscle car as well as its profound impact on his life. The challenges he had, primarily that of working for two long summers in blistering heat for minimum wage just to afford his dream car, had me thinking back when I too worked to afford my first car. I had worked long hours as a plumber till I was able to have the means to obtain what I believe is the most beautiful car I have ever seen: a 1972 Jaguar XJ6 Series 1. This saloon was my pride and joy; much like Braggs convertible was to him.
Upon pulling out of the baseball team 's practice field parking lot, John Goodman and his best friend, Jesse Johnson, were too impatient to wait on the semi truck to pass before bolting out onto the slick wet pavement. The tires of Jesse’s sparkling blue corvette lost traction which caused the tires to spin. The entire team watched as the monstrous semi truck plowed into Jesse’s
“He was holding a can of spray paint. Then I felt Erik grab me from the behind, easily pinning both of my arms with one of his. . . . And I remembered Erik’s fingers prying my eyelids open while Vincent Castor sprayed white paint into them.” (Bloor, 263-264) This choice affected
It’s amazing that in this era, any woman can buy and lease cars without always having their family members, spouses, and boyfriends buy one for them. It’s a major accomplishment that generations to come won’t understand, how women in the 40s to 80s couldn’t do because they were only allowed to be homemakers and stay at home
All things in life can be enjoyable but also unexpected. Everyone has their own natural high. My natural high is riding my dirt bike. Even though riding my dirt bike is fun, it can also be very dangerous. It is very important to always wear safety gear while operating an off-road vehicle.
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.
Although I had to do some repainting since it had some dents and scratches on it. I remember my dad telling me that if I want to earn my first car, I need to work for it. I did some part-time works so that I can earn. My parents of course helped me with purchasing. They shouldered about half of price.
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