Arturo Fonseca
Mrs. McPherson
English R101
9/15/14
Essay #1
Since the age of 16 I would always think of driving a nice, beautiful car. I love cars but my favorite one is actually a truck, this truck’s name is a Mazda B2200. I knew that special day of owning a truck was coming and by the age of 17 my dad decided to present to me a GMC Sonoma. It was a 1996, the same year I was born, and it was a nice matte black with pin stripped flames on the hood. At first I thought it was just another truck that my dad was going to resell so he can make a little more money than what he initially spent on it but when I looked inside I knew it wasn’t that. This vehicle was a stick shift, and the only one in my family that knew how to drive it was my older brother. My dad had someone bring it to the house from the auction he bought it at and I had to know what he paid, he told me that he bought it for 700 bucks. After that he told my brother to test it out and he did and thought it was nice, nothing was wrong with it and liked it too, I was waiting for my dad to say that this was a present for him but he didn’t.
It sat in the parking lot for about 2 weeks, every time I walked passed it I assumed it was not going to get driven anymore because it was just collecting dust. YouTube to me was a great tutor, I watched a lot of videos on how to drive a stick shift car, many results showed up and went through them one by one and made notes on my head, some were better than others but they each presented different techniques to begin. Most were lacking the instructions on how to start a car, I knew it was not like an automatic because my brother had me start his Mustang a while back and he told me to do something with the clutch and the shift knob. At the time I had a faint memory on what I did and wanted to refresh my memory my brother wasn’t an answer because he works for almost the whole day and obviously he’s tired and doesn’t want to do anything else but sleep. I soon found out that the clutch had to be depressed all the way to the ground and make sure the shift knob is in the neutral position or else the truck would jerk violently and might bump into another car if one isn’t careful. When you made sure you did those steps the next one would be to turn the key to the on position and let go of the clutch, the truck would now be on. Don’t get me wrong it looked intimidating watching those guys shifting like its nothing.
One Saturday my dad and I went to wash the truck because it was very dirty and after that we went to a battery store because the truck’s battery was dead and needed a replacement. We got it and installed it, then I just sat in it. I honestly thought I was in somebody's arms because the seats hugged me so tight I didn’t want to get out and couldn’t without making effort. They were bucket seats the previous owner decided to install and were the joy of the next owner in line. Then my dad told me to start it and I knew exactly what to do now, I followed the steps I made in my head and it started right up. I thought my dad was surprised I knew how to start it but of course he didn’t react to it. He checked the engine to see if any leaks were present while I was searching for the exhaust, I couldn’t find it until I checked further down by the half way point. It sounded good but it was still not able to be driven in the streets because it had to be smogged in order to get the plates for it. At that moment I knew it was a great time to practice how to drive it especially with my dad their to supervise me, first gear was introduced and the clutch soon after that. The truck moved slightly and I found the contact point of the clutch, I got my dad to sit in the passenger seat and we went for the first ride in it. He gave me some pointers on what to do and what not to do, I didn’t stall the engine once and I felt like a boss. I didn’t want to stop driving because it was so much fun, I though driving alone was fun but it got to a new level with that experience with the stich shift transmission. The next day we went to a smog shop and the mechanic said that some codes showed up, one was for the thermostat so a trip to the parts store was made, we brought it back and now he said that it needed to be ran more because the computer didn’t have enough information because of the dead battery the day before. So yet another trip was made this time was up the hill to Thousand Oaks and back, now the guy said that he was going to test it on another shop because his machine wasn’t working right for some reason. When he came back we got the results and found out that it passed with flying colors, that same day the DMV gave us the plates and it was officially drivable in the street. I realized that I achieved two things, one was to lean the art of stick shift, the other was to get my first car, from there on I was the proud owner of a GMC Sonoma. My dad gave me the truck as a present and I gladly accepted it.
Thanksgiving break was the time period when all of this happened and when school started again I took the truck and parked it right outside the exit to show it off and it didn’t disappoint, most of my friends liked it and I got many stares and smiles. Some people said negative things, some said positive things but the important thing was that I was happy. All I could think about during my classes was that truck. Excitement took over my body at the beginning and end of school just for the joy of driving, although I didn’t have a drivers license, I still risked getting stopped by the police. To me the truck was priceless, but like great things begin they must have an end.
4months later, the loved truck decided not to start on me right after I took my mom to the grocery store. I tried and tried but their was no reviving it without getting help from a mechanic, my dad brought a guy and he said that he couldn’t find the problem, so that was a bust. Another guy got called up and this one said that it was something called an “ICM” which stands for Ignition Control Module, that part costs about 200 bucks but he wasn’t 100% sure it was that so we decided to get yet another guy to look at it and this one said to bring it to his shop. He had the truck around 3 weeks and no news came, my dad went to him and got the truck back and had the mechanic say the disappointing news we waited for. He didn’t have a clue ether.
A Craigslist post was made by a guy saying that his pride and joy was for sale soon after. That first day many people called and wanted to see it but the very first guy to show up gave us the asking price of 800 dollars so he took it. We told him that it just wouldn’t start and he believed us, I had help from my cousin selling it because he has experience in selling stuff and made some important points that I didn’t even think about like telling the buyer that we didn’t have a job to fix it because of all the bills we owed to the school even though we were in high school were most of the things are free. Just before August my dad said that he saw that truck again up and running, he caught up with the owner and offered him a trade with money on top. He declined. I bet he loves that truck just as much as I did.