Real First CarMy artifact is my first car. No, not the car that I first drove when learning on my permit, or the car I was grateful to drive in high school and call my own, but rather the car I first got behind the wheel when I was in elementary school. My father used to own an old Saab 900 with a manual stick shift. While this was not the car I spent most of my time growing up with, I made a huge impression growing up. It was old, blue, rusting out in a way that looked as if it had a couple bullet holes in the side, and I had my first driving lesson on it. Whenever I go to the local recycling dump in it, dad would let me drive it in the in the dump and driveway for a while.
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At first I learned how to steer and that was when I got hooked on driving. Next I learned the basics of shifting by shifting the gear, where my dad would control the gas, brakes, and clutch because I was too small to reach the pedals. This car while, while nothing spectacular, I viewed it as my own classic rocket ship, where I was in complete control. When it had finally reached the end of its usefulness, I still remember the bittersweet day when we gave it away to charity and I watched it being towed away. I loved that car, and it still represents a part of me.
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