Todd Sowa
Expository Writing
September 9, 2007
Descriptive Essay
The Interior of my first car will always remain a vivid memory in my mind. Named “The Tropical Storm” due to its crisp blue color, and also because it was not as fierce as a hurricane, but it was angrier than a sun shower. It brought with it many amazing times, and never let anyone down. Each and every aspect of it is still fresh, even though it has been so long. The image and memory of it is eternal.
I realized early on the aged year, multiple dents, and scratched paint would always prevent it from looking up to par with society's standards. So I took a more creative route, and made it resemble my fun carefree attitude. To start off, the old decrepit speakers and stereo were removed and replaced with new sleek equipment. With the booming sound system up and running, the next logical step was to jazz up the interior. After a quick stop at Wal-Mart we were in business with a hunters camouflage backseat seat cover. Meanwhile there is an open sticker policy in full effect, meaning anyone can put any stickers anywhere. Every day came a new addition to the car. Whoever entered it would leave their mark somehow. This in effect created a bond with the car, by the end it was not my car, it was our car.
The old style dashboard and steering wheel really gave it a comfortable feeling. It had an overused, and broken in feeling which really grew on you. Because it was only a three hundred dollar car, there was never a worry of getting into an accident, or having to keep it pristine. We did everything with it, drove it off road, and looked for icy roads to spin around in it. No to mention the countless amounts of stuff we hit. Even after putting it through all of that, the car still stood strong. Every time it would happily start up, and stay up. The engine had a solid sound to it, and proved to be just that on highways or whenever going fast. Though older then myself, it had the livelihood of a brand new car.
Perhaps the most memorable situation involving that fine automobile was its last day alive. It started as any beautiful summer day. My father used to car to get to work, while I slept in. While on route nine, the tropical storm stalled out. Instinctively the car was started again, and billows of smoke burst from the hood. Rushing out of the car to survey the situation my father then realizes the car is on fire. Once the fire department arrived the fire had spread to the interior of the car like an infection, slowly consuming all that lies in its path. To make matters worse, the hood of the car would never open without a fight, something the firemen did not want to deal with at the moment. After exhausting all other possibilities, they resorted to the awesome power of their axes. Destroying the hood, they managed to reach and extinguish the heart of the fire. With that, the Tropical Storm was no more.
Proving to be more than just an ordinary car, The Tropical Storm was part of my family and friends. It went through the fair times, and the amazing times, it survived crashing into giant snow banks in the winter, and driving through overgrown fields in the summer. Every one of its lucky passengers has a unique story to be told about their ride. All in all, a solid word to describe it, is “supreme”
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