It was a hot summer day in the city of brotherly love (Philadelphia). I was with my dad and my little brother who kept nagging about the ninety degree weather. We were so exhausted from waiting for one hour until the right car was ready to be auctioned. We were at the Philadelphia Parking Authority auction lot. I was so enthusiastic that I was going to have a car, that I can call my own, not my mom's minivan nor my dad's dodge charger. This was a reward from my parent because I was going to graduate High School before I turned seventeen. The car that I ended up getting was my fantasies car, a year 2000 BMW 740i. This was made me think that life would only get better. Life did get better but only for a while.
It was a nice calm Saturday, my dad woke me up at six o'clock in the morning, which I thought was very unusual. He started telling me that my uncle had purchase a nice crystal blue 2002 Nissan Maxima from a local auction. He later tells me that he and my mom have been thinking that since I was graduating High School I will need a car, and he was thinking that we should go to the same auction and browse. Having heard of this auction from a friend, I swiftly rose off the bed and went to the PPA website that had the car listings, dates and the event location. Going down the car listing I was disappointed that the entire car listed was either old are not quite the fit for me. When I was a instance away from closing the web page, I saw my three favorite letters put together (BMW). I yelled out to my dad and told him to come quick. After seeing the car, he made me less eager about the car when he replies “Mohamed you know that there will be hundreds of eager buyers ready to buy that car next Tuesday”. Even though what he said made sense, there was still part of me that wanted that car badly. Tuesday could not have come any quicker but when it did I was so eccentric, that I woke up before sunrise. I was so happy that I woke up my brother who