Personal Narrative-My First Car
My First Car My first car was a bit of a roller coaster, I had just learned to drive the year before and now it was time for me to have my own car. I would say the excitement I felt was overwhelming but even that might understate it just a little. The search began on a Sunday morning we went to several different dealerships, in search of the right mix of economy and style. Well, to be honest my mom was mostly interested in the economy part. The first dealership we went the car salesman seemed like the kind of over eager vacuum salesman you see on those old TV shows. The guy was just ridiculous, with his hair slicked back, and his slacks which were so tight he could start a fire. Every time he would show us a car I thought he was going to start a fire. Finally, we left that place and went to another this place was more commercial than that last one. The lot was huge, it was sectionalized rather than a jumble of cars at the smaller dealership. The SUV’s had a section, so did compact
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My mother sat in the passenger seat scrutinizing the car continuously as the salesman sat back comfortably in the back-seat rattling of facts on the like a regular machine, trying to add more value with each sentence. I blocked them both out, in that moment there was only me and the car, it moved calmly out of the lot, no rattling sounds or an overabundance of engine clutter. There are many moments that are special in life, I’ve heard people talk about, their first kid, going to the prom and even getting married; this was my moment, when I was behind that wheel it was as if the whole world just faded away. I no longer paid attention to the verb back and forth between my mother and salesman, no all that mattered now was the ride. I was one with the car, every purr, every puff of the wind that flowed past its smooth exterior and it was in this moment that I knew I had found my first
My mother sat in the passenger seat scrutinizing the car continuously as the salesman sat back comfortably in the back-seat rattling of facts on the like a regular machine, trying to add more value with each sentence. I blocked them both out, in that moment there was only me and the car, it moved calmly out of the lot, no rattling sounds or an overabundance of engine clutter. There are many moments that are special in life, I’ve heard people talk about, their first kid, going to the prom and even getting married; this was my moment, when I was behind that wheel it was as if the whole world just faded away. I no longer paid attention to the verb back and forth between my mother and salesman, no all that mattered now was the ride. I was one with the car, every purr, every puff of the wind that flowed past its smooth exterior and it was in this moment that I knew I had found my first