Writing Two
The first time I saw my 1996 Mazda Miata was on the internet and all I could think was I want this car. Two weeks later and I finally get to see .When it pulled up, all I can see is the paint shining in the sun and the sound of exhaust with the sound of horsepower under the hood. The smell of exhaust fumes has a lingering sensation in my nose. I open the hood and see the engine rocking back and forth as the gas is pressed and the gas is burning away. The soft black bucket seats form around me like soft pillows. The white shift knob fits perfectly in your hand and sits like it was meant to be there.
As I got the car I felt like it is wrapping me up inside of it when I’m driving . I hear the wind flying by me as the engine is roaring a hundred miles an hour down the interstate. The feeling of being free of all my burdens. The wind flew through my hair and the smell of the Georgia pine trees as they line the side of the road like an impenetrable wall. I let go of the gas and push in the clutch like one fluid moment. I switch gears and then I’m going even faster as if I were a beast chasing it’s prey.
I get home and the first thing I want to do is go out and mess around. The car is sliding side to side like it has a mind of its own. I shift down and smash on the gas and the inside of the car fills with smoke from the tires and exhaust fumes. Burning rubber is one of the best smells in the world, and the exhaust just has you coughing like the first time hitting a cigarette.I find a spot and in one jolt all I can smell are the tires burning underneath the stress of my lead foot on the gas.. It feels like being in a burning building but for some reason you feel safe.
I am flying through back roads in the country when I decide to hit a corner. Im rolling up looking like an eagle at the turn. Flying towards it like I was going after food I hit the clutch and downshift smooth as butter as the car goes wild and the tires start screaming.
The feeling of being motionless comes over me and all I can think is, “I hope I don’t crash!” The car goes flying left and then flying right, and next thing I know I feel like the car is going off the road. Then I hear the sound of a car spinning out in gravel. I know the tires are screaming to the other side of the road when I realize I’m losing control. The feeling of heading straight at a telephone pole is a feeling of I’m going to die and oh S***! Then I made the decision to try to save it, and the car jerks back like I was running from something. It was like the car had wings and we were off the ground. Hitting the ditch at forty-five miles an hours was a bit of an abrupt stop. The car sounded like it was dying and I’m in the country (stuck). “I feel like an idiot!” I kept telling myself.
I hear this ringing in my ear as I’m sitting in the ditch deciding what my next move should be. Sitting there wondering if the car will start I turn the key. The engine roars back to life and I slam on the gas in anger to get out of the ditch. The car feels extremely unstable now. I go down the street with the rims grinding against the concrete. I pull to the next street and sure enough the back of my car looks like an explosion has gone off in the rear of it. The metal was balled up like a piece of paper in the trash can.
I get back in the car unsure if I should drive it home or leave it here. The chunks of mud fly of the tires as I slowly roll down the street. I knew something was broken just by the creaking of the car as we hit cracks and small holes in the street. Metal is twisting underneath me and the car is just sitting there in pain. I knew that I had ruined the car and that I had a real problem on my hands. I get home and look at the car in astonishment as I realize that the body is the only thing ruined. I check underneath and nothing is leaking so I decide to call it a night .
I felt like I had just caused a catastrophe. The thoughts running through my head that night were unbearable. I had just ruined my car that I had so many expectations for. This was terrible and I had caused it. My head burns with stupidity and my body aches from hitting the ditch. The day was over and nothing could be done so I closed my eyes and left it like it was, sitting broken in the parking lot.
The first time I saw my 1996 Mazda Miata was on the internet and all I could think was I want this car. Two weeks later and I finally get to see .When it pulled up, all I can see is the paint shining in the sun and the sound of exhaust with the sound of horsepower under the hood. The smell of exhaust fumes has a lingering sensation in my nose. I open the hood and see the engine rocking back and forth as the gas is pressed and the gas is burning away. The soft black bucket seats form around me like soft pillows. The white shift knob fits perfectly in your hand and sits like it was meant to be there.
As I got the car I felt like it is wrapping me up inside of it when I’m driving . I hear the wind flying by me as the engine is roaring a hundred miles an hour down the interstate. The feeling of being free of all my burdens. The wind flew through my hair and the smell of the Georgia pine trees as they line the side of the road like an impenetrable wall. I let go of the gas and push in the clutch like one fluid moment. I switch gears and then I’m going even faster as if I were a beast chasing it’s prey.
I get home and the first thing I want to do is go out and mess around. The car is sliding side to side like it has a mind of its own. I shift down and smash on the gas and the inside of the car fills with smoke from the tires and exhaust fumes. Burning rubber is one of the best smells in the world, and the exhaust just has you coughing like the first time hitting a cigarette.I find a spot and in one jolt all I can smell are the tires burning underneath the stress of my lead foot on the gas.. It feels like being in a burning building but for some reason you feel safe.
I am flying through back roads in the country when I decide to hit a corner. Im rolling up looking like an eagle at the turn. Flying towards it like I was going after food I hit the clutch and downshift smooth as butter as the car goes wild and the tires start screaming.
The feeling of being motionless comes over me and all I can think is, “I hope I don’t crash!” The car goes flying left and then flying right, and next thing I know I feel like the car is going off the road. Then I hear the sound of a car spinning out in gravel. I know the tires are screaming to the other side of the road when I realize I’m losing control. The feeling of heading straight at a telephone pole is a feeling of I’m going to die and oh S***! Then I made the decision to try to save it, and the car jerks back like I was running from something. It was like the car had wings and we were off the ground. Hitting the ditch at forty-five miles an hours was a bit of an abrupt stop. The car sounded like it was dying and I’m in the country (stuck). “I feel like an idiot!” I kept telling myself.
I hear this ringing in my ear as I’m sitting in the ditch deciding what my next move should be. Sitting there wondering if the car will start I turn the key. The engine roars back to life and I slam on the gas in anger to get out of the ditch. The car feels extremely unstable now. I go down the street with the rims grinding against the concrete. I pull to the next street and sure enough the back of my car looks like an explosion has gone off in the rear of it. The metal was balled up like a piece of paper in the trash can.
I get back in the car unsure if I should drive it home or leave it here. The chunks of mud fly of the tires as I slowly roll down the street. I knew something was broken just by the creaking of the car as we hit cracks and small holes in the street. Metal is twisting underneath me and the car is just sitting there in pain. I knew that I had ruined the car and that I had a real problem on my hands. I get home and look at the car in astonishment as I realize that the body is the only thing ruined. I check underneath and nothing is leaking so I decide to call it a night .
I felt like I had just caused a catastrophe. The thoughts running through my head that night were unbearable. I had just ruined my car that I had so many expectations for. This was terrible and I had caused it. My head burns with stupidity and my body aches from hitting the ditch. The day was over and nothing could be done so I closed my eyes and left it like it was, sitting broken in the parking lot.
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