My First Car

Most people have a special place in their heart for their very first car. I am no different.

It was a 1984 BMW 318i. I bought it in 2000, so it was only like 16 years old at the time, but hey, it was a Beamer!

It was a bright orange red, an automatic, and it had a sunroof (you had to open it with a crank), it was awesome.

Unfortunately, like most first cars, it wasn't very reliable. I had to call my brother on many occasions just to get a jump start. One day, just a jump wasn't enough, so my father and I took it to a shop.

It needed some work in the amount of 300 dollars. I paid it and I thought that would be the end of my troubles.

However, it was a 1984 BMW, so the problems didn't end there. I still had trouble with it starting and it was driving me crazy. After all I had just paid 300 dollars to make that problem go away.

So we took it back to the shop. It needed more repairs in the amount of yet another 300 dollars. So I paid it and prayed there would be no more problems after that.

To tell you the truth I can't quite remember if it had trouble starting after that. The next thing I really remember about it was horrible. Prepare yourselves, because what I'm about to tell you may make you want to cry.

I was driving to school one misty morning on a road I drove on everyday. I was jammin to the Foo Fighters WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE CAR WENT COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL. A lot of people think I'm crazy when I tell them what happened. They say "you weren't paying attention" or "how can a car go crazy?" WELL IT DID, and I will stick to that story until my dying day because it's the absolute truth.

So the car went out of control and the next thing I knew it had done a complete 180 and crashed into a wall on the side of the road.

Don't panic, I was completely fine. I sat there for a minute in shock and then decided I better get out of the car.

I sat on the side of the road trying to call my mom who wasn't awake yet (as usual) and therefore did not answer the phone.

I waited and waited for someone to stop, when FINALLY, someone I knew from middle school (who now went to the same High School) saw me and pulled over.

I was still in shock at this time so I'm guessing they called the police, or a tow truck . . . I'm not really sure, all I remember is getting into there car and calling my mom again. Still no answer. So I called my brother. You might be thinking "hey why didn't you call him sooner?" Well, at this time he lived in New York. Luckily he answered. He calmed me down and said he had a plan (maybe, I'm not 100% sure on the details). He then called one of his friends that lived in the same town as me and had him go over to my house and bang on the door so my mom would wake up.

Sidebar: This story isn't very fun to tell.

My mom finally called me, but by this time I was already in the tow truck with my demolished car behind me. Tow truck man was giving me a ride home. When I arrived at my house my mom was outside waiting for me and when I got out of the truck I burst into tears.

Tow truck man then took my car away. . . . forever.

It was totaled. My heart was broken, but I had to move on. My rebound car was, like most rebounds are, a really bad decision, but that's another story entirely.

I did see my beloved Beamer one more time, but only so I could get my things out of it.

Although I really miss that car, I'm sure I would hate it if I still had it today.

Here are some pictures so you can see it's magnificence. You might notice some blurriness in these pictures, just ignore them.



See that Red Truck next to my beautiful beamer? That's my dads . . . he still drives that car, and it still works fine.



By the way, the day after the accident I went back to school and about a million ( it was a big high school ) people came up to me and said they drove past the accident. I said "Why the F*** didn't you stop?"