Megan Carey CCI March 8, 2000 The Lemon Mobile Ever since I set eyes on my car, I have had nothing but a headache. Not only is it the loudest car, but it also drifts right into the trees, and it shakes at thirty and sixty m. p. h. Even with all of my cars faults, nothing prepared me for its final act of cruelty.
My lemon died thirty minutes before warm-ups for our big game, and I had the starting line up with me. Laura, Allison, Kristen, Kier ra, and I had all packed into my two-door death trap to get a snack at Dunkin Do noughts. Being the responsible upper class man, I made sure we left with ample time to get ready for the game. Unfortunately, there wasnt enough time in the world to help us with our disaster. We were stopped at a red light howling along to a Lenny Kravitz song, which I now hate, when Kristen nervously uttered, Meg I think your car stopped running. I confidently replied, Nah! Well, to my surprise, when I stepped on the gas, we didnt go anywhere.
All of a sudden, I began laughing hysterically and the rest of them chimed in, until, BEEP the light had turned green! A AHH! we shrieked. We finally realized that we were stuck in a useless hunk of metal at Toms Rivers busiest intersection. What are we gonna do I thought. At the time, shrieking and laughing were our best solutions. Finally, as people were going around us, giving us the finger and cursing at us, my four skinny mini passengers got out to push my 2000 lb.
pile of tin. As they set out on their mission to rescue us from being stranded in a sea of road rage, all I could do was laugh. The time was twenty minutes until warm-ups and my mighty mouse teammates had managed to push my lemon into Amoco’s parking lot. We had to hurry and this scrap heap running again.
The Essay on Six Year Car Time Afraid
When I was six years old, I hated car rides. To a six year old, a car ride was the epitome of boredom. There was nothing to do on a car ride except sit there for hours watching the trees. I would get carsick every single time I was in my mom's Volvo. If I wasn't sick or bored, I was waiting painfully in the backseat for the next exit ramp so my mom could turn off the road for a bathroom break. My ...
Laura yelled, Maybe i needs anti-freeze! So, she galloped away to the store and in two minutes she was back with a container of anti-freeze. After we poured the fluid into my car, we tried to start my car, Vroom Vroom! Nothing! Shit! I panicked. So, we decided to stare at the car a little longer hoping the car would tell us what it needed. There were only five minutes of stretching time left, and we were still stranded ten minutes away from school. We are so dead, I thought to myself.
As we stood there, Allison went to call for help. She came shuffling back, Well the good news is we have a ride the bad news is Mills is censored ing pissed. Shit! we uttered. I mean I could see why she would be a little upset because it was thirty minutes before our big game, and her starting line up was stranded at the Amoco station instead of being at the field for warm ups.
It was thirty minutes before the game, we had missed warm ups and we were scared of what Mills was going to do to us, but wait, our chariot was there. Hooray! we sang in harmony. Unfortunately, our chariot was a Jeep. A Jeep can hold two people comfortably three is all right, but six was not possible.
If you have ever seen a clown car then you know how we fit into our mouse hole ride. In the front was the driver and two passengers, in the back was two people in the seats and one was lying across them. I was in the front with Kristen rear end crushing my legs. Needless to say, it was the longest ten-minute ride I had ever been on. Not only was I into a small bucket seat but also at every bump in the road Kristin’s bum was digging more and more into my leg.
We finally arrived two minutes before crunch time. As we drove onto the field, we were greeted by boisterous cheering from our loyal fans (I guess someone had told them).
We staggered and fell out of our clown mobile, all red as stop signs, hurriedly entered the playing field. We did win the game, and I learned a valuable lesson from the whole experience. I learned that if you are going to go to get a snack before a big game, then go in a car that has fallen apart fewer than five times.
The Term Paper on Five Minutes Train Game Ride
A ride in New York City s subway is one you will never forget, or at least I won t. As I walk down the terminal looking for my track number, I see the homeless lounging. These less fortunate individuals are trying to stay warm and catch some sleep before they are interrupted by a police officer who kicks them out to return to the cold. I smell the scent of urine in the air from the guy who couldn ...
