Personal Narrative: My Band Trip To Colorado

“Boom!” went the old, rusty bus motor.
It was six in the morning when the church bus left with all the church band members. The morning was still dark and cold. We have planned this band trip to Colorado for a while now. Everyone was excited for the eleven hour drive. At about five in the morning everyone has started meeting up at church. Blankets around our bodies, boots and warm slippers on our feet, and drowsy eyes, but we were ready for this trip. I remember that it was very chilly, dark, autumn morning. Everyone packed extraordinarily warm clothes for Colorado, so the bags we packed were very packed. By six we drove out of the church parking lot.
Time flew by fast. The views were very pleasing. We got to about Toronto, Kansas where
the time started to go by slower and slower. Everyone started to become sleepy and mercurial. There was only about three hours left until we have our first stop. Those three hours took ages to pass. Finally, we get to Newton, Kansas at about twelve in the afternoon. We ordered Subway for the whole bus. It was very tasty, since I haven’t ate since five the morning. Soon, we started driving, again.
After we started driving again, we decided to stop in Burlington, Kansas to fuel up.
It took about three hours and we stopped in Burlington. Everyone leaves the bus to go freshen up. As soon as everyone was moving toward the bus, I see that the band director, also my uncle, and my cousin are trying to put the motor back into the bus. The rusty motor literally fell out of the bus. It took them about six minutes just to put the motor back in. We get to the actual gas pump, because we were in the middle of the gas station, and start to fill up the bus. Right after we fill up the tank, everyone was hurried into the bus. As everyone settles down, we are then ready to go. “Boom!” goes the old bus motor. At first we were shocked, but then everyone decided to go see what happened.
“What was that?” asked many of the band members. We saw that the motor was on the ground. We didn’t know how that happened. My uncle was sure that he put it back into place. So, we stood in the gas station parking lot for about an hour and then realized that we had a second motor.
Once they put in the replacement, we started our way back to Colorado. There were only six hours left. By the time we got to Colorado, it was about eleven at night. The host told the band director to call him and tell him that we got to Colorado. Since it was about twelve, we didn’t call and slept in the bus at a truck
stop.
Everyone started waking up at about seven. The truck stop that we stopped at had the biggest shower space. It had the best tasting breakfast ever. Everyone ate and started to get ready for the service. The bus had many different scents whenever I got on.