Cowboy

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My Car The car I've had for the last year and a half is an "˜89 Nissan Sentra. I remember the first time I saw it and how excited I was. Even though people think my box style car is hideous, I think it is great. People laugh and joke, but it has never broken down on me and has never needed major work.

I bought my car from a man named Michael Flossinger. He sold it to me for a whopping $1800. My dad decided to be generous, so he bought it for me as a seventeenth birthday present. I was attracted to my car because of the way it looked. It didn't look sporty, but it looked like it had a personality all its own.

The inside of my car is full of trash and dirt, along with some things that I'd like to leave unmentioned. Underneath all the trash and dirt, I think that the interior is gray.

I put some black seat covers on the front seats so that people wouldn't be as afraid to ride with me. I also put a eight ball on the stick shift. Even if my car's interior makes the Amazon look like a walk in the park, I've had some amazing times in there.

The outside of my car is also very interesting. It's black with chrome wheelbases. It has a multitude of scratches and dents from my girlfriend ramming it with her car. Not all the dents and scratches are from her, though. It had a good deal of them before I bought it. That's what appealed to me when I first saw it. I knew from these marks that the car had already been through a lot and that it was ready for more.

I've had a lot of fun times in my car, too. I've been to places ranging from Tunica to Fayetteville. I've crammed as many as 8 people in it, too. Ultimately, my car gets me where I need to go, including my personal favorite Garland County Community College! That's all that matters as far as I'm concerned.

Even though my car has never needed major repairs, I have wrecked it a couple of time. The first time, I hit a guy close to Hot Springs High School. I was going 45 miles an hour, and I rear-ended him. He was at a full stop at a red light, so you can imagine the impact! When I finally got out of my vehicle, I found out that the guy didn't have his driver's license. Not only that, but I was informed by the police officer at the scene that the man's license was suspended. The second wreck that I had happened in Little Rock on University Avenue. I had three other friends in the car with me. We were checking out a girl in the car next to us when I saw the light turn green out of the corner of my eye. I let my foot off the clutch, and hit a Buick in front of me. The girl next to me made sure that I was all right, and then she went on her way. The man asked for my address and other information, and I gave him false information"¦on accident. He drove away, and I went after the girl.

In close, I'd like to say that my car has been through all kinds of adventures. I've put 24,000 of the 126,000 miles on it in the year and a half that I've owned it. I hope that it keeps going for another 126,000 miles, too. I know that as long as I own the car that it will keep its personality as well as the scratches, dents, and dirt. Even though people laugh at my car, it's mine and I wouldn't trade it for the world.