Non-fiction Exercise

Describe a sound from your childhood Ever since the day I was born, I’ve heard the purr of a 4.7 litter Windsor V8 engine. Even as a baby, I was in the back seat of an iconic car, not knowing this would be the start of an extreme passion. My parents both love cars. For as long as I can remember, I have also. From the day my parents took me home from the hospital to our house in Portland, Oregon, till now I have loved cars. My first experience in a car was on the way home. My mom has a beautiful V8, all original, leather interior, metallic black, Mustang. But not just any Mustang. It was a 1965, first full production year of the American muscle car dream. I will still tip my hat to the Challenger and the GTO and all the others, but the true American muscle car is the Mustang. For 10 years, I heard the car start up and rumble. It was such a beautiful sound that even bystanders had to turn around and admire it. As time went on, the master piece was left to sit in the garage. Like the license plate said, “EVEMEOWN,” is just what we did. We left it alone. As I grew up as the youngest of three in the house, we needed something more fitting for the family. As a result, we ended up getting a blue Dodge Caravan. Nothing fancy. Just something to get the family around in. But on nights where I couldn’t go to sleep, my dad would take me out for ride short ride in the Mustang. Just because the purring of the motor and the torque that would throw you back into your seat was so calming and exhilarating all at the same time. After moving to North Carolina, we didn’t have a garage to keep it in anymore. So now it stays at my grandparents' house, in their garage. Where it doesn’t get to leave the garage 99.9% of the time. But one day, I’ll be able to get that car and take it to shows and show the world, what the real American muscle car dream looks and sounds like.

Now that everyone is out of my parents' house, they have downgraded to coupes. My mom has a cute little silver Honda Civic we call, Silver Bullet and/or Princess. My dad now has a silver Chevy Camero. I have a Nissan Altima. For anyone who knows me, knows I don’t like to drive a basic car. So as a tribute, I got the SE-R version of the Altima that they only sold for two years. I call it the Black Widow. I designed this car to be a remembrance of the mustang but not to be it. They are both metallic black with red brake calipers. They both have leather, but most importantly they both hold amazing memories I have. My dream, that I will make reality, is to have both the SE-R and the Mustang sitting next to each other. But the even bigger dream, is to be able to take my mom and down on a ride in their mustang down the California beach line. Just cruising with the windows down and wind blowing through our hair. That is was these incredible cars are made for; To hold dreams and melt hearts.