Personal Narrative: St. Francis My Car

This past summer I went on vacation with my aunt’s family to Colorado, and being from iowa, the land of corn and flat ground, we wanted to do all the mountain things you can do in Colorado. one very memorable mountain we visited was Pikes Peak, one of the tallest mountains in Colorado 14,114 thousand feet above sea level. There are two ways you can get to the top of Pikes Peak, you can drive up the side of the mountain, or you can ride the train up the other side, if you ride the train then you can only be on the top for 20 to 30 minutes, but if you drive you can do whatever you want, so we chose to drive up.

As the freshman finished packing the bus with all the gear and all got on the bus we were ready to go. We had a long ride ahead of us as we were heading to Housatonic, a team that we beat 5-3 and tied 3-3 during the regular season. However, they were able to finish up their season strong and were a much better team than before. The bus rides to the games are always a blast. We would have the tunes cranking and we would all be joking around. Coach, a short, angry, little guy didn’t like that we always fooled around, but it worked for us cause we were able to win games. However, this game was a lot bigger than most. Win and move on, lose and your season is over, and in my case my high school career would be over.

Today is normal as usual, working hard to earn some money. On my way to my store, there is a crash on the 401, I tried to get google to reroute me so I can get out of this traffic because I am going to be late to arrive at my store. My store is normally about 30 min but with this traffic it about 1 hour. Google finally rerouted me to the shortest way, without any traffic. I was on Hespeler Rd and I bet there was an old man in the car in front of me

“Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line. May I remind you that you almost hit an overpass?” My forehead was growing hot, and I could feel it spread to my cheeks. I leaned over the center console and turned the air-conditioning on full blast again.

The street that I chose to observe and drive was Valley Boulevard in Los Angeles, CA. Valley Boulevard beings over by LAC/USC Medical Center where it is connected to Main Street and runs until California State Polytechnic University, Pomona (CPP), where it then turns into Holt street. The length of Valley Boulevard is about 50 miles and passes through at least six different cities; Alhambra, Monterey Park, El Monte, City of Industry, Walnut, Diamond Bar, and Pomona. Valley Boulevard runs parallel to the I-10 freeway and I normally drive the 10 freeway to get to Cal State LA, but on numerous times I have exited to the freeway to stop and get coffee or lunch before class. I also became very familiar with Valley Boulevard when I worked for Alhambra

Have you guys ever had a steak,Or went to a steakhouse before.Well. to Get the best steak you should go to Tahoe Joe’s Famous Steakhouse.To me it's one of the best steakhouse places.Its located in Fresno on W Shaw Ave.My family and I go there once in a while because we like to eat there.

Last weekend I had to drive to savanna Illinois to a tiny city named Hanover. Me and my grandpa were driving there to pick up family to come over and spend time with us. It is a hour drive. The drive was not that bad, except for the drive back because the kids in the back were being really annoying, but they were really exited because they don’t get away from home much. On the way there we picked up donuts which were very delightful. When we got there we played a lot of basketball and played a games that we made up which is assassins creed. The main point of the game is to get away from the person who has the ball, because if they end up hitting you then you’re the assassin. We had the whole yard to run around. We mostly just ran around the

On 04/30/16, at 6:37pm, I was dispatched to 1552 Jonathan Drive, on a follow up on an injury possible dangerous or vicious dog, owner known, animal confined. I arrived at the house and spoke to dog owner Thomas Sawyers to verify dog license and rabies tags. Mr. Thomas provided the necessary information. Mr. Thomas admitted that he purchased the dog license after the incident. I issued Mr. Sawyers a violation for failure to license.

Driving along Lake Place seems like any other classic neighborhood street unless you are searching for the Purcell-Cutts house. I almost drove right past it at it is set back quite aways from the street. The house makes a statement but a subtle one, as it hides itself a bit behind the neighbors and almost has its own constructed ceiling plane with the long horizontal roofs. The first thing anyone would notice about the house is the tall slender, vertical windows that seems to span what looks like the whole front of the house. The windows are stained glass and contain the most intricate of designs. This atmosphere the house creates from the front is continued in every space in the house, whether it be as minute as a chair or as grand as the

When I was like 7 my grandpa brought a book to me from his trip to detroit. It was a book about cars. It was like my favorite book for a long time because I liked cars a lot when I was growing up. The book was about a bunch of different chevrolet cars and who made them and designed them and stuff like that. Thats why I was so interested in the book.

I was traveling west on Route 254. I slowed down to almost a complete stop as another vehicle in front of me was turning into their driveway. I heard squealing tires, I saw Vehicle 2(Pontiac) swerve to the right just before it struck my vehicle. Vehicle 3 (Red) did not make any contact with vehicle 2 and struck my vehicle in addition the driver of vehicle 3 fled the scene without exchanging information.

It all started when school ended, I went home and I started getting ready for our last soccer game of the season. It was time to leave, so everyone got in the car and started to go to the soccer fields.

I’m the child of a car enthusiast’s dad, therefore we can talk for hours about cars. Bringing advantages, for example, there is never a dull moment in our conversations. Another advantage was my first car to own a 2003 Ford Mustang Mach 1, manual transmission. Man, dad and I basically build the car to what it is now. Adding performance suspension, cold air intake, performance catalyst, and ARK exhaust, and so much more. In the end, the time, money, and hard work didn’t paid off.

The first I ever had was an old model of the brand Toyota. It was color blue and was second-hand so I got it at a cheaper price. For a second-hand car, it was in a really good condition. 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 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.