Personal Narrative-It's Just A Car

“It’s just a car,” they all say. Only some will understand the attachment oneself can get towards their vehicle. How could you be attached to it? It’s a materialistic thing that will be non-existent in due time. A bunch of metal, rubber, and wiring put together is really all that a car is. This concoction of resources gives me an explosion of emotions that are priceless and very desirable. All it takes is one click of a button and a step inside to unlock these feelings. To me, my car will always remain treasurable.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As cliché as that phrase is, I swear it to be true. A deep sea blue, my first visual engagement with my car felt as though I was staring into an ocean. The world doesn’t know much about the …show more content…
All that power in the car felt as though it was grabbing me and pushing me into the car seat. The feeling of control through a pedal and steering wheel makes me feel like a king with the fastest steed in the army. As I place my foot on the pedal, the view of the revs per minute meter rises in an urgent fashion. The speedometer rises in synch with the rpm meter. Opening the hood is the complex side to the aesthetics of a car. It’s as complex as rocket science. A mix of tubes, metals, and wires, all connecting and performing different actions. The main component is the engine, a giant combustion machine that converts gasoline into movement. Thinking about all these little actions being performed and pondering about how all these little actions are very important to create one big action stimulates my mind. Putting the key in the ignition and turning it on is a satisfying feeling. The car making a noise, specific to only its type. Roaring from the start and declining to a rough rumble when idling, they both go hand in hand. A symphony is only complete when the violin and bass chime in a smooth