New York City Bound Essay

New York City Bound
We all piled into the Ford Explorer and rolled leisurely out of our driveway.   With grandma in the passenger seat and aunt Jessica behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our trip to New York.   I sat quietly in the middle of the back seat, still excited about the situation yet dreading the long weary trip that I was to encounter.
Due to my lack of sleep, I was not very enthusiastic about our journey.   I guess I was lucky to be a passenger in the car, and not the driver, so I could "snooze" as Jessica sat behind the car's steering wheel.   We had already been on the road for three hours, and still not a peep out of anyone except for Ashley, since her ‘car-sick’ pills hadn’t kicked in yet.   My aunt refused to stop for food until noon.   It was 11:30, yet 30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving something, anything.   The hunger was uncontrollable, but since none else seemed to complain; I attempted to ignore the issue by putting myself to sleep.
      Over 45 minutes had past before I was awakened so suddenly by the grasp of grandmas’ cold had over mine.   "Time for lunch!" quaintly said with a jolly cheer hidden in her voice.   One after another we trickled from the car, emptying quite quickly.   I took a large deep breath of what I assumed would be fresh air.   Instead, I coughed.   The air reeked of exhaust and was dry, concentrated with dust.   It was my fault I hadn't observed the large sign reading "Trucking Pit Sto".   The letter "p" appeared to missing from the sign, and as I contemplated why, I walked slowly away from the car, still hacking and coughing.  
Upon entering, a huge grown came over my face as my eyes filled with tears due to all the cigarette smoke.   I continued to cough, but only at the horrid smell of diesel fuel and horrible B.O. that lurked around the truckers as they smoked away.   Grandma, still extremely quiet, gave me a look of fear and...