Buying Your First Car
By Jake Weinstein
We drove up to the car dealership; the day was finally here. I had been
saving every paycheck from my multiple summer jobs and just before the
school year began, I would have my very own car. Dad’s Chevy Impala
slowed down into the parking lot. We were surrounded by cars, new and old.
I had been doing my research for the past year and had my choices
narrowed down to three cars: a Volkswagen Jetta, Subaru Impreza, or a
Mitsubishi Lancer. I needed an AWD or FWD car for the winter due to our
steep driveway and it had to be something affordable. My budget was nine-
thousand dollars with my paychecks, what my parents saved for me, and a
little bit from my grandma as a gift. I opened the door and stepped out to a
fresh breeze hitting me in the face. My Dad and I took a slow walk up to the
building, taking in all the cars surrounding us. A man dressed in a pink shirt
started walking out to us.
“Hello, what may I help you guys with?” asked the man with a perky
smile.
“My son here is looking to buy his first car,” my father replied, realizing
I was too excited to ask.
“Ah, thats a big step, son. I still remember my first car. Do you have any
idea of what you might be interested in?” The man in pink asked. I describe
to him my wishlist and he stood in silence for a moment. His face lit up with
an idea and he turned.
“I think I might have just what you need.” He walked us around the
corner. Straight ahead laid a black Subaru Impreza.
“Well this beauty here has a little over a hundred-thousand miles on it,
is AWD, automatic transmission, and is only going for about nine-thousand
dollars.” I looked up to my dad and received a grin. We walked over, and I sat
down in the driver’s seat. I gripped the steering wheel and looked down at
the keys.
“Would you like to take it for a test drive?” The salesman asked,
smiling at the thought of a sale. I nodded and slid the keys into the ignition. I
turned them, knowing I was ready for the road.