Personal Space

Personal Space A personal space is a place where one can go to be alone, it is a place that one knows like the back of their hand, and it is a place where many memories are made, some are trivial, some are heartfelt. A personal space is defined as “The physical space immediately surrounding someone, into which any encroachment feels threatening to or uncomfortable for them.” (dictionary.com) My personal space is my car. It is a very intimate, meaningful space in which I have made many fond memories. My car is a place where I feel like the king. It is my domain and I rule over it.
The first thing one notices about my car is the astonishing good looks. That is really the first thing anyone notices about my car because it is to eye catching. With a sparkling patriot blue paint job with a big, bold, off-white racing stripe down the center, accompanied by two miniature racing stripes along the sides near the bottom, my car is definitely a sight to see. The way the sunlight plays off the beautiful chrome accents are simply stunning: glistening and shining perfectly from every angle. The vinyl hard top exterior has a certain white color that blends flawlessly with the racing stripes that make them pop. The special edition pony interior is nothing to be looked over. A scene of a stampede of wild mustangs was carefully embossed on to the steel-blue leather seat backs and it is topped of with a simple, yet elegant jewel that reads the word “FORD”. They are comfortable too. You will never want to get up once you settle in to one of its heated seats. Under the hood is a different story.
The car is old so one can expect difficulties, but mine seems to have more that your average. Overheating is a common occurrence when driving my car. When the car over heats it has a very distinct, very bad smell, one that is linked with countless bad memories full of anger, worry and hate: the smell of dirty, over cooked bacon with a hint of warm, over cooked antifreeze. I have learned to