Personal Narrative: My Family Car

Our family car was a very reliable bronze Nissan Murano, this car had been part of the family for at least 5 years, it had taken us to Mcdonald’s trillions of times. However much we loved this car for it’s design, it would not save us from what was in our fates on that particular day. My mom, brother and I were on our way to one of my friend’s house and he lives approximately 15 minutes out of California, Missouri if you take the highway. We were driving approximately sixty miles per hour and we just about to turn onto my friend’s road.
We had been hysterically mocking unintelligent politicians that we had seen on the news the previous day, when out of my peripheral line of sight I caught a glimpse of an unidentifiable carcass in the middle
We were new to this city so we knew nothing except for the name of it. Although the city was a little bit smaller than St. Louis, but it was breathtaking. To my surprise the air was fresh, it was like the fresh air in a meadow. The people overall were pretty nice with some even offering to take us to the mechanic when we asked. I really liked this city, but one thing was pretty infuriating, which was that the streets were like a labyrinth. Due to the streets being so complicated, we were out walking around for an hour before we found the mechanic. Once we got to him, he simply took us in his tow truck, towed our car, fixed the car, charged us and we went home.
So overall this story may have not been all that stimulating, but it is one of the stories I recall the best. It happened fairly recently and I always laugh when I think of my brother not realizing we had a wreck because he was asleep! I also suspect you may be wondering what happened to the car and if you're not, then your should stop reading this and give me an A, but in all seriousness our beloved family car did survive...for about a month then we traded it in for a grey