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Bovicide:
Ya I have composition. And I have to write essays. Here you go. Descriptive essay. Fuck yea.


Composition Honors
Creative Writing Essay
September 23, 2010

   At first sight it is just a modest machine. Passed down from parent to child, like they normally are, for the most part it looks like one that any other kid my age would have. But it's not just a car, it's my car. A car that has seen me safely from point A to point B - a truly loyal machine. It has taken me to my classes, sometimes in less than a timely fashion, and it's taken me to places for leisure. It has enabled me to visit my old high school, and have lunch with friends. It has given me the opportunity to do what I want, on my schedule.  And I have shed my own share of sweat and built up my own share of grease to maintain it. In my eyes, it's a real work of art.

   My mother got this car in June of '01, after a frightening car accident that totaled her previous car, and nearly killed her. This car was simply a newer model of the car she used to have: a Dodge Neon. It was a humble car, with only six miles on it and it still had that new car smell that cars fresh off the assembly line seem to exude... maybe it's something they spray into the car. It started off fully stock, or as my dad would say, "something your grandma would probably drive." Over the course of eight years numerous modifications would be made to the car to turn a cookie cutter engine with four wheels to something a kid could really be proud to call his own.

   My dad started with the basics to turn any car into something slightly less prosaic - window tint. Tinted enough that the cops could pull you over for it. So dark you couldn't differentiate, say a mannequin, from a person in the passenger seat in the HOV lane; at all parts of the day or night. Next, came the engine sound; after all, who wants their car to sound the same as the minivan in the other lane? Definitely not this car owner! An aggressive, deep, yet smooth sounding exhaust fit the bill just fine. Exotic wheels were also a must, especially for the following upgrade. About as important as all of the rest combined, lowering the suspension of the car really was what turned this cheap car into a real ride. And we aren't talking small-scale, I mean low enough that it takes some serious motor coordination to even get into or out of the car. After that laborious task came some cosmetic touches, like painting parts of the dashboard and the brake calipers deep blue to match the subtle purple hue of the car. To be honest, my mom wasn't too thrilled with the modifications being made to her car, but I was absolutely thrilled to receive the car years later.

   Of course, not all of the handiwork on the car was my fathers, I had my fair share of toil to maintain it. Between doing the simple maintenance, like changing the oil, which isn't so simple because the car is lowered, and the more complex things, like replacing the pads, rotors, and shoes on the brakes, I've come to understand that this machine isn't just four wheels and an engine. Getting under the engine compartment of an absurdly low car and splattering engine oil all over myself is rather epiphanic in a way. It teaches me that this piece of engineering is not just any old car. It's my car, and it's something I can be proud to drive with the windows down.

Frank:
tl;dr

But I see you've put enough effort as to make it tl;dr.

So yeah, gave it a quick read. +1

And good luck.

Regards,
Frank


EDIT: The fuck? Why is there no Respect here?

Devie:
Whoah
comma splices.


Sweet car though.
I've always been made fun of b/c of my car. It has a nice engine from what Ive been told. Also a nice muffler and uhhh speakers. It's got a nice purr when I hit the gas but...
I don't know shit about cars. But I've always been made fun of with my car. They said it is a car that shouldn't be an automatic. But it is.
"haha you can't drive a stick shift!"
sadfaic.

I'm not a huge fan of cars that speed. I always frighten myself when I go 50 on a 35 road. :(  Considering that I've never gone past 65mph.
D:>

Peetah:
I wish i had a car :3

Much commas thoe. But dont trust me im bad at english.

Mr. Franklin:
A car is to be as a car is to be, must be a really nice car.

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