Narrative Essay On Chevy Vega

I have owned a number of vehicles in my lifetime. A couple of new ones, with the new car smell, and all the gizmos and gadgets that make new cars so desirable. I've owned mostly used cars though, and some of them were real beauties, that I hated to get rid of when the time came to part ways. The worst of the lot, the car I felt, that most nearly put me in an early grave, was without a doubt, a 1971 Chevy Vega. The Vega was introduced by Chevrolet in 1970, and was manufactured until 1979. I guess I got one of the really bad ones, that had been either built by dope smoking monkeys, or had been severely abused by its previous owner. Whatever the cause of the maladies that car possessed, they became mine when I purchased it from a tiny, used car lot in Blossom,
Being young and naive, and until that point in my life, never having dealt with a bald faced, lying rat before, I took the gentleman at his word, and said that I would be back the next day. When I did stop the next day, the car had been moved to the front row of the lot, joining the other 8 or 10 cars being displayed there. It looked clean, unblemished by rust or accidents, and I could faintly hear it calling out to me, "here I am, buy me, buy me"! The owner of the lot came out of the office, already carrying the keys for the vehicle. "This guy is pretty sharp", I thought to myself, "remembering that I'm the guy interested in the Vega". I told him that I would be trading in the old pickup for whatever he thought it might be worth, and took the Vega out for a little, neighborhood test drive. Everything seemed great! The AM/FM stereo had a nice sound, the doors closed snugly, without any "tinny" sound, all windows rolled up and down without issue, and the car shifted and accelerated as I felt it should. Even the brakes seemed perfect, not mushy and not too tight. When I returned to the lot, I felt that this was one, nice automobile. I then popped the hood to take a look at the engine, and was thoroughly