Essay About My Car Experience

My freshman year my dad had given me his old car, a 2003 Ford Explorer. He told me that I didn 't have to pay him for it or get a job because my job was school. I had also had a gas card for the small town towing businesses fuel pumps, my dad wasn 't going to make me pay for my own gas either. So as a freshman in highschool I thought I had it made, a car I didn 't have to pay for and free gas all the time. I am very glad that my lesson was learned, it might of been taught the hard way but it was learned.
My car was my whole world I loved driving around more than anything. I didn 't have a job, so when I wasn 't at school I was burning gas not my gas my fathers gas. My buddies and I had been driving around all day during the week and all night during the weekends. The one thing I was not paying attention too was how many times I had been filling my car up at the gas station, with my dads card. At the end of the month I came home from

I was working had a job and my dad was helping out with gas a little bit again but most of it was still getting paid by me. It was summer time after a very good rain and if you recall there is a very muddy place I like to call a tree dump where I loved to go mudding in my Explorer. That whole day I had been working and I even power washed and cleaned my car so it was shinier than ever. My friends and I were driving around and we passed the entrance to the tree dump. We all looked at each other and I slightly hesitated because my car was very shiny at the time because it had just been washed. Taking a few steps back before I made the worst decision of my highschool career. My dad was out of town at the time for auctioneer school and my supervision was very low. Back to my friends and I driving they said to it was a good idea to go mudding. Long story short I was sitting in the tree dump with a very muddy car with no back tires at all, they had been