Personal Narrative-It's Time To Get My First Car

To any American teen, getting their first car is their first big step to freedom. Being able to escape the confinement of your neighborhood without having to ask for a ride everywhere is the greatest feeling on earth. Nothing can touch you when you're driving to your destination with your windows rolled down and the stereo playing your favorite song on your own set of wheels that you paid for with the money you earned the previous summer. Everybody wants the biggest truck or the fastest car out there and they want their parents to buy it for them, but the feeling of pride when you pay for your own vehicle is unbeatable.
When I was looking for my first car, I had to search for months before I found the perfect one for me. It had to be fast, with an 8-cylinder engine, rear wheel drive, and a manual
That day we had gone out and dealership after dealership, the cars they had for my price range were all four-cylinders, half of what my standard had been set at, we couldn't find a half-decent car anywhere around my price range. Weeks of dissapointed dealership visits with hours spent on car websites looking for the perfect car, a Chevy Camaro SS. Until one day, we saw it, a 1997 Camaro Z28.
Sure, it wasn't an SS, but it still had a big, loud V8, so I didn't care. I was so excited, until we called the insurance company, and needless to say, it was a no-go.
I went home upset again, but I wasn't about to give up. A day I will never forget is the day I saw my first car. It was another long day of looking at cars I would never dream about driving. My parents forced me to try driving a little four cylinder again, and as usual, I wasn't impressed, and when I got out of the vehicle to start heading home, I saw it pull up.
It was a 2001 Nissan Maxima and it pulled up with a black coat that was glistening in the sunlight and reflecting everything around it in it's pitch black