Owning a Car This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

   Age Sixteen.After months of hard work and a little luck, I happened tohave enough money to buy a used car. I thought I'd be livingthe American dream. My parents are blessedly lenient. Theydelude themselves into thinking I am a responsible young man,the poor fools. Over 55-miles-per hour, my car pulled hard tothe right, and shook like Kathryn Hepburn on Jolt. It was timefor a trip to ...

The Shop. I just needed to have afront-end alignment and my tires rotated and balanced. Ithought I'd only spend $65 or so. It was then that I learnedthe first rule of car repair: it always costs more than youexpect. I was informed that the vibration was caused by a badrear tire, and the alignment wouldn't hold until I had someadditional work done. I needed a new tie rod end and CV boots.After looking at the repair manual half a dozen times, I stilldon't know what these parts do. I paid for it though, andcould just barely afford ...

    The Cost. It was $300. I hope to climb out of that financialhole soon. Oh yes, and there's the new tire, periodic oilchanges and the annoying flashing of the air-bag warning lightthat need to be taken care of. Now, I find myself feelingguilty when I spend money on anything but my car. I thought mychariot would bring me freedom. Instead, I am bound inslavery. I own and operate my own vehicle, but the cost on mysoul is as great as the one on my wallet.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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