Kallsen Autumn Kallsen Mr. Neuburger Eng.

Com 101 - 137 28 September 2011 Descriptive Essay Good Ole Van I walked out the door on a cold September morning and heard the birds singing to me as if it was my own personal concert; I knew it was going to be a good day. I walked over to my ugly red van, sat in and listened to my favorite song. I couldnt wait to get to school, so I could

start my math test that I had been studying for all night, it was the first one of the year, and I was extremely confident. I turned the key and all I heard was eerrrrr, eerrrr, eeeeeeeerrrrrr, so I continued to try until I finally got it started but just my luck it died again, and again. I wasnt sure if I should take the good ole van to school or not, but just then it started up and I was so thankful for the roar of the van. I was running late and knew it was going to be a race against father time. So, after making sure I had my energy in a can and homework, I flew out of the driveway throwing rocks and praying I could make it to school on time. When I finally got onto the interstate, it was packed and almost got side swiped by a guy in a yellow and black Mustang passing people on the shoulder of the road. My positive, happy day started to go down hill from here. I got stuck behind a semi and couldnt pass, so I was even more behind schedule, about thirty minutes to be exact. Luckily for me, I finally got to the exit and it was clear and I thought my day is starting to get better. When I pulled onto Chestnut, I felt the van start to loo]se power, but I just revved it up until it would go. As soon as I got on the

Kallsen road again, I came up with a fool proof plan and that was when I reached stop lights I would put it in park and continue to rev it up so it couldnt die. I felt like my cousin Jonathan, always thinking, normally Im half asleep on the way to school. Yet, I still couldnt figure out why the van wasnt working, but hey I wasnt a mechanic. Okay, first stop light down and so far so good. Nothing out of the normal had happened yet; maybe the van had decided to fix itself. In the back of my mind I knew it wasnt going to stay like this. I continued on the rocky road to Caseys to get gas. I almost made it into the turning lane but once again got stuck at a red light, but instead of thinking about the van I was talking on the phone. The light finally turned green, and I hit the gas, but it didnt budge. I then started to stomp on it with no luck, and I knew I was dead. The cars behind me started to honk

and honk and of course more honking. Not knowing what to do, I stuck my hand out the window and waved everyone around and got to hear a wonderful of song of road rage. Cars after cars and even a few police passed me sitting in the middle of the lane at eight in the morning on a week day with my hazard lights on. Yet, a whole lot of zero people stopped to help me. I called my boyfriend Matt and explained what happened, and he left to come help but it was still a thirty minute drive. Every minute I sat there felt like an hour. I was starting to feel embarrassed, and my pride was hurt so of course I started to cry like a baby. I waited and waved people on and waited some more. I turned back up to the front and continued to try and try to start the van. With no luck my hope was starting to die, and I already called it every name in the book. As I let out a huge sob, a silver Dodge Ram 1500 pulled up and backed up to the van. An older man got out and asked me what was wrong, I told him everything. I was still crying and black make up was running down my face. Trying to keep a straight face he bluntly said, Calm down everyone has car problems

Kallsen now and again, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh like a hyena, I thought to myself, Yeah but now its my problem, and today sucks. He tied a rope to the bottom of the van and told me to put it in neutral and not to hit his

truck. I did my best not to hit the brakes while keeping a foot away from the truck also known as my silver savior. I surprised myself when I hadnt hit the truck. He pulled me into the Caseys parking lot and explained to me what I needed to do if I planned on leaving it there. He made it clear where a great mechanic was and it just happened to be his son. I listened carefully but just wanted him to shut up so I could tell him how thankful I was. Well that didnt happen for about ten minutes. When I was finally able to speak, I told him a million times how grateful I honestly was, although I doubt he took me serious looking like a hot mess. As soon as he left, Matt pulled into the parking lot. When Matt got of the car, I had to tell him the same story over, and it seemed it was starting to become as normal as writing my name just a little more embarrassing. He looked in at the dash and started to laugh. His laughing didnt help me feel any less embarrassed, as a matter of fact it just made me feel even more retarded. As soon as he stopped his little laughing fit, he told me that the van had run out of gas. I couldnt believe it, gas out of all things! So the moral of the story is always check your gas gauge before you go to school, or you may run out gas!