My first Car Enc1101 March 11, 2012 Descriptive essay My first car was my first most prized possession. I’d named her, tested her out on interstates, and took good care of her like she was one of my children. She had mirror tinted windows and was deep ocean blue that gleamed in the summer sun, she was flawless. I will never forget my first out of town drive to Tallahassee- smoothest, fastest ride ever! Had it not been for the scenery I would’ve felt like I was driving in a race.
I remember cruising from lane to lane passing other drivers as if they were just trees barely moving.It was 2006 and so was the year of my car so I felt like we were unstoppable. Now it’s 2012 and my car is parked in my mom’s driveway with a look of pity. It’s despicable what people will do to other’s property with no concern or compassion. In 2010, I got ready to go to work and looked outside and my car wasn’t where I parked it. I called in a police report and maybe 4 hours later my car had been found in a ditch on the westside of town. I called out of work concerned about the condition of my car. My mother and I drove down to the westside of town to try and find my car.
At this point my mind is trying to think of every possible reason why my car was found in no man’s land! We drove down that long road my car was cited on and stopped at local business to ask if they had seen my car nearby. One repair shop that looked as if the building was ready to retire had a tall, lanky, bald headed man outside who flagged us down. He said he noticed us driving back and forth and was wondering if we were the owners of the car that was towed that morning. I replied, “Yes sir that was my car. ” He pointed out the exact ditch my car had been towed from.My mother and I drove over and parked her car on the side of the road. There was two houses behind the ditch one looked vacant, it was gray made of cement bricks with weeds entangled throughout the fence and a rugged yard and cardboard in the windows. I opened the gate and as I went to walk inside a lady came out of the house next door stopped me and warned me not to bother the lady who lives there.
With a shocked look, I stepped back outside the gate and tried to close it as quietly as possible, at that point I was a little scared.Before I could ask her about my car she had already gotten into her truck and sped off. My mom and I looked among the bushes and weeds to see if there was any trace of my car.
Then I saw two unusually shaped dirt patches like somebody had drug something heavy up the side of the ditch. I called my mother over then I gasped. I had found a piece of the padding to my bumper of my car in the ditch. I quickly picked it up and sure enough it had a Hyundai symbol on it. I held my head down and lost all hope for my car.
At that point I knew she was no longer flawless. I couldn’t bear anymore, scared of what else I might have found amongst the dirt and debris so we drove to the impound lot nearby. As I sat quietly in the lobby my mother asked all the questions, it was too heart wrenching for me to speak I was almost in tears. Time passed I zoned out due to anxiety and disappointment, eventually my mother tells me to go look at my car the man at the desk told her it was pretty bad. I said, “No, I can’t,” put my hands over my face and started to quietly cry.My mother walked over and sat next to me and said, “It’s going to be ok, it’s just a car you can always get another one, but you need to go look. ” I pulled myself together and went in the bathroom to wipe my eyes.
My car was in the back, but I had to go out the front door and go around. I turned the corner to the back and I just wanted to fall out and cry some more. She was now a filthy ocean blue with no gleam as if she was used for a dirt bike. My front bumper was not only completely detached but on top of the front hood!I put my hands over my mouth in shock as I walked closer to my car my heart rate rose. My blood was rushing from disappointment and anger. I walked to the back of my car and discovered where the padding had come from. My driver’s side rear bumper was completely gone only thing left was most of the tail lights.
The portion of the trunk that was there had been smashed into the trunk, my trunk wouldn’t even close anymore. Considering the fact that the impound lot was charging per day to keep it there we had to find a way to move it.Unfortunately the only way to drive it without the back bumper pulverizing my tire was to remove one of my mufflers. As I said to myself, “Great more damage,” one of the employees comes out with a huge wrench with oil stains all over him and rips it out as if pulling apart a wishbone. I turned away I couldn’t watch him do that to my precious car. He then walks over to me and hands me the key and so happily says, “Here’s the key ma’am,” like an executioner who had just completed a job.
At this point I still have not spoken a word to anybody, but myself and God. I open my door and get in and crank up my car.My car now makes this noise that sounds like a motorcycle revving up whenever it driven, thus the reason it’s now parked. Worst part of this all is at the time I only had liability coverage so, to this day she sits in my mom’s driveway in this same condition, and I get a little sad every time I see her. In conclusion, some people just want everything whether it’s theirs or somebody else’s. Honestly I wouldn’t have cared if my car was stolen and found without being diminished to nothing in the process. Moral of the story no matter how much it may cost always try to get full coverage, things happen.