My First Car Research Paper

My Not So Fancy First Car
I remember getting my first car like it was yesterday; it was a warm August afternoon and I was working an overtime shift at the local McDonald’s restaurant in an attempt to save up money so I could buy my first car. I turned around to hand out a bag of food and saw my mom smiling at me and dangling a set of keys. She told me to meet her out front so I got permission from my manager, who was apparently in on the surprise, and bounded outside. My mom met me there and handed the keys to me pointing at a 1985 Chevrolet Chevette. She told me the car was nothing much to look at but it was paid off and all mine. I was so excited that I took the rest of the day off; which had apparently also been Okayed in advance by my mom with my manager.
I walked up to the small, boxlike, car with a bright smile on my face and let my fingertips brush gently along the chipped and rusted paint and took in every angle of the body. The hatchback sloped down to the bumper, which was dented just under the latch, and closed up tightly. I moved to the driver side of the car and let my eyes drink in the scratches and rust marks that led to the front bumper. My eyes moved over the tiny, black tires. They almost seemed like they didn’t even belong on a car, and there were no fancy rims,
With a slight turn of the wrist the car roared to life with a loud rumble. I looked around and saw no smoke coming from the engine or tail pipe and I felt a sudden burst of pride; she was an ugly old car, but she was mine. I put her in reverse and started to back out of the parking spot. The car shook a little, just enough to let you know she was moving. The steering was very easy, it didn’t stick in the least and felt almost as smooth as power steering. After putting her into drive I took off for the first ride in my not so fancy first