First Car

First cars are really special. Their new owners have dreamed for years about the exciting experiences they'll have while driving them. However, these first-car dreams don't always come true. Like most teenagers, I had to settle for a used car. I finally saved up enough money to buy myself a car, so I set out to track it down. My journey started out on a spring day, when the trees started to grow leaves shading the sun over my house.

First, I drove to the store to get a newspaper, for I had already spotted a potential lead a few weeks back. As I searched through the classified section, I had my fingers crossed. I immediately spotted it. Because I had saved a pile of cash through the winter, I could afford it. I viciously dialed the number; then, there was an answer and the man invited me right over. I was surprised.

Not long after I spoke with the man, I arrived at what appeared to be a repair shop; then, the man rolled up the huge bay door. There in all its glory rested a 1999 Pontiac Grand Am. The car had just received a brand new florescent blue specialized protective flexible coating. On either side of the car, I could not find an imperfection. As I walked around the finely crafted automobile, I noticed the metallic ghost flames protruding through the flawless bodywork. After that, I opened the driver door to find an spotless interior. Each piece of this machine had been handpicked, from the Momo Steering wheel to the Tenzo quick shifter in the center. Once I eased into the bright red Sparco seat, I noticed the eight-inch custom molded pioneer TV. I snatched the hood release, and hopped out of the car. Soon after I knew that it was going to be my very first car. I took it for a test drive, everything worked great. I was ready to hand over the cash for the car tittle. For the first week I felt really good independent and important. However, after driving the car for the first week and enjoying it to the max the unexpected happen. I had my car for exactly one...