Personal Narrative-The Cloud Car

Let’s take a ride (featuring 1967 Shelby GT500 A.K.A~ The cloud factory): Today is starting off to be a wonderfully beautiful day. The cold morning air is rich with both oxygen and moisture, which smells like the recipe for power to me! As I, Sandra Sandpile, am waiting to watch the sun rise, while the birds sing. I then drifted off into a time and a place of past excitement and adventure. It was a beautiful spring morning and I was waiting for my ride to work (I didn't have a car then). All of a sudden, a rare and beautiful 1967 Shelby GT500 with a 4 on-the-floor, BB427ci 2v OHV 4BL double-pumper 750 Holly pulled up in front of my house with its cams loping away. At the engines idling speed, it sounded similar to that of the SpongeBob Square-Pants victory screech, but with a little more testosterone. As I approached the car, it seemed as if time had slowed down. The driver of the car was just staring at the windshield, repeatedly honking his horn. I entered the car with a feeling of disconcertment and said "Hi, my name is Sandra, and you?" He then responded by saying that he was a man by the name of Arnold Weinerschnitzel. It was obvious to me that the huffy-puffy cigar man had a deluded sense of reality. He, for some reason believed that he was a terminator who was on a mission to save John Conner! Man, it was intensely scary, and let my neck tell you, he had one heavy foot! Our journey lasted the
After we had saved John Conner that day, we had arrived back at my house, which, at the time was located on a dam by the name "ofgivadam" (My neighbors were the Beavertons and the Woodchucks. We were located in the country of Great Mitten, where everyone had webbed hands). As I was getting out of the car, my head started spinning and all of time had stopped. That was the last thing I remember from that day, hey wait! I missed the sunrise, but the sunset has found