My First Car Essay

My First Car

Marco Soliman Mrs. Johnston Senior Capstone 5B 20 November 1997 Vinyl wrap My name is Marco Soliman. I'm 18, Egyptian citizen, and I have been in the U.S. for five years. I started liking cars and wanted to know more about them, when I started high school. I started to want to own a car to modify it. I got my first car on my 15th birthday. I was so happy suddenly, a lot of ideas popped in my head on what I want to do to the car. I'm a car fan, I started to like cars a lot that it became, "my favorite thing in life." Which a lot of people think, that it's stupid and just a ride. According to "car people" who I'm one of them, a car is not car if it's stock. Racing and working on cars became my habit. I joined Antioch High School, Automotive Tech. program in 2013, 11th grade. In my Maintains/light Repair class, I mastered working on cars for three years, with the help of my teacher Muhlstadt. I mastered the car repairing, electric, and alignment. One day as I walk out of school heading to my car, and as I got closer there was a big scratch on my front bumper, didn't feel right at all that time, but I got down to it and started to research for ways to fix the paint, I chose the vinyl wrapping because it was the cheapest. I wrapped the whole bumper and it looked good, and I thought of why I didn't have that before it would have protected my paint from that day. I had the idea of adding a aluminum layer on the bottom of the vinyl sticker. Adding vinyl wraps to your car will

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There aren't many events in my life that come into mind when I recollect about past memories. However, growing up in a low–income immigrant family from Vietnam, we were only able to afford one vehicle. Thus, ten different family members shared this one vehicle which made even the simplest of task, like going to Wal–Mart to buy food for the family, extremely difficult. I remember there was a point in my life when I turned sixteen that I decided to help by getting a job to pay the monthly bills, but even that task was difficult to accomplish since I didn't always having the transportation I needed to get to work consistently. Every other day I was running late or missing work completely because a family member had to use the car that day. My absence at...show more content...

There were bills and unexpected expenses that came with my first car. Notably, there was a time where one of my tires popped driving on a rough road to New Orleans, leaving me to buy a new tire unexpectedly that week. Thus, I had to learn how to manage my expenses more efficiently to leave room for all the sudden expenses that may occur from owning a car. In addition, I learned that there are things that I can't possibly control, like Monday morning traffic or car accidents. In fact, William Shakespeare once said, "Better three hours too soon than a minute too late". Therefore, I have to be responsible enough to leave myself an hour more than I need to counter against running late for work or school due to traffic. One of the joys that I gained from owning my first car was family depending on me for transportation as well. There were plenty of times that I had to take my younger brothers to elementary school. Therefore, I had to become an adult figure to my brothers and be responsible enough to get them to school on time as if it were myself. In brief, all of these responsibilities helped round myself out a better

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My First Car Analysis

When it comes to your first car, everyone wants a nice set of wheels. But, many people have unrealistic expectations for their first car. I was no exception. I was eager to end the days of having my parents shuttle me around. I had graduated high school. And Navy basic training is only three months away.

I had three expectations when I bought my first car. I needed a car that was well built, low cost, and simple to maintain. I expected the car would have no problems, so it can haul me to my next duty station after Navy basic training. The A/C, stereo, and the engine would all perform flawlessly. The only expense I would have would be fuel. I had saved money for months to purchase this car. At the car lot a jet–black, old–school

Since I was a child, I have always dreamed I could have a car which belongs to me. I still remembered when I was four years old, my parents gave me a remote control car as my birthday gift. After that day I started to fall in love with cars. The first time I drove a true car was two years ago. I begged my friend so many time to teach me how to drive. Fortunately, my roommate his left his car to me when I came to ASU. Every day when I got out of class, I would drive the car around Tempe. But everything got change after that Friday. It became a nightmare for me. It was about half a month ago. It was on a Friday. When I get out of class, I invited my friend to go out for dinner. After we finished lunch. I drove my friends back to their home. When I dropped the last of my friend to her home, I was driving on the Apache road, but I was talking with my friend and I did not pay attention on the road and the car swerved off the road and hit a car. Before the accident happened, I turned my head to talk to my friend. My friend suddenly yelled "be careful" and when I looked up I saw the traffic light was red. I saw a car was in front of my car. My car swerved off the road and when I realized I would hit the car I jammed on my brakes. "CRASH!!!" After I hit the car I felt everything get stopped for few second until my friend called my name, "Canlin!?" After I regained my consciousness, I saw the air bag had exploded and my ears were ringing. I asked my friend "did you get hurt?"

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