Narrative Essay
Blake Brown
English 101
Narrative Essay
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Do you remember that feeling when you got your first car or truck? How that vehicle gave you that sense of freedom and pride? Well mine sure did. I got my truck when I turned sixteen. Not only was “The Black Betty” my pride and joy, it was a part of me. After spending all of my savings, a long list of parts and a majority of my time. I finally had what I considered my “dream truck.” That truck was my pride and joy at the time. I’ve always been around anything and everything with a motor. Whether it had two wheels or four, I was interested in it. I believe that is what got me to customize my first truck. For a guy to spend all of his money on something, it has to be really important to him. I had bought the truck for just over six thousand dollars and had about four thousand left to do what I wanted to it. Come to find out, that did not last long. In the end I spent well over eighteen thousand dollars in two years on that truck. I drained my checking and savings account on that beast. The parts list for “Black Betty” seemed never ending. Six months after I bought it, I had to replace the clutch and rebuild the whole transmission. After that, the starter and power steering pump went out within three days of each other. I was beginning to think that I had gotten in too deep. The most expensive fix, that was actually needed, was the ECM. The engine control module cost me a small fortune of nine hundred and seventy five dollars. I think I put most of my money into the bells and whistles then the necessities. The truck didn’t need programmer or new rims and tires but it sure did make it run and look better. Whenever I got an excuse to go and drive my truck I took it. I spent most of my free time working on this truck until it was finished. All of my other time was spent working to pay for it. I remember staying down at our family’s body shop till the early hours of the morning trying to
English 101
Narrative Essay
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Do you remember that feeling when you got your first car or truck? How that vehicle gave you that sense of freedom and pride? Well mine sure did. I got my truck when I turned sixteen. Not only was “The Black Betty” my pride and joy, it was a part of me. After spending all of my savings, a long list of parts and a majority of my time. I finally had what I considered my “dream truck.” That truck was my pride and joy at the time. I’ve always been around anything and everything with a motor. Whether it had two wheels or four, I was interested in it. I believe that is what got me to customize my first truck. For a guy to spend all of his money on something, it has to be really important to him. I had bought the truck for just over six thousand dollars and had about four thousand left to do what I wanted to it. Come to find out, that did not last long. In the end I spent well over eighteen thousand dollars in two years on that truck. I drained my checking and savings account on that beast. The parts list for “Black Betty” seemed never ending. Six months after I bought it, I had to replace the clutch and rebuild the whole transmission. After that, the starter and power steering pump went out within three days of each other. I was beginning to think that I had gotten in too deep. The most expensive fix, that was actually needed, was the ECM. The engine control module cost me a small fortune of nine hundred and seventy five dollars. I think I put most of my money into the bells and whistles then the necessities. The truck didn’t need programmer or new rims and tires but it sure did make it run and look better. Whenever I got an excuse to go and drive my truck I took it. I spent most of my free time working on this truck until it was finished. All of my other time was spent working to pay for it. I remember staying down at our family’s body shop till the early hours of the morning trying to