Personal Narrative: My Driver's Test

Before a young person can take your Driver’s Test they must know how to do the following my father would tell me: Change the oil and oil filter, Replace the Spark Plugs & Wires, Change & Rotate you tires, Replace the lights (head, signal, fog, brake), change the air and gas filters, they must know how much fluid is to be in brake cylinder and how to adjust the brakes as well as how to changes them and so much more. My first car was a 1977 two-tone blue Malibu-Classic, with a rag top that was shredded and faded, the right front fender was pale yellow, I had raised white wall letter tires and chrome rims. The motor was a 357 short block with four-barrel carbonator, the headers was bored out and where so shiny they were like a mirror from the …show more content…
I had glass pack mufflers that was so loud that they would rattle my windows off track. There was nothing electric about this car it was all manual and every bit of hard core American muscle, it was built for racing, and that is what I did. There was a lot that my father taught me before I took my driver’s test at the tender age of 13-year-old, but the most important was; all about the responsibilities of driving and owing a car.
I first learned to drive a four speed on the tree (column), it was my dad’s 1966 Chevy Army Green truck, I also learned how to work on this truck with him at a very young age. He taught me the importance of taking care of your vehicles so that they not only last but that they are always reliable. He told me that once I thought that I could handle the responsibilities on my own that we would go through a test run with a …show more content…
I was so mad, not only did I lost that bet (drag racing and having the best car the side of the mason Dixon line), but the race, however, I also lost time and money on that motor. I had blown the head caskets and thrown a rod, as well as chip several teeth on the transmission. That night at the races was not a good night it was a costly one and one that I will never forget. So the lesson was learned and learned well… patience and lot of it. My father told me you done this one all on your own so you need to figure it out on your own. Boy that was a costly mistake, oh how I wished I had listened, because one of the lesson’s early on was that every motor must be broken in properly, meaning slowly give everything time to self-adjust and lubricate itself. You can just drop a motor in and then hit the track and expect it to hold up because it will not do