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Let me relate to you a real-life tale of a rusty driver who had her first drive in as many months to send her dearest Mummy and Daddy to acupuncture this evening.
“Honey, your brother requests that you drive us to the acupuncture today.”
It’s just a simple and clear cut statement isn’t it? But for her, it is a bad, bad request from the parents and if she was given a choice, she would rather pay their cab fare to and from the acupuncture. Reason being, she hasn’t driven in as many months, the last time she was driving was probably in January ’09 and she feels uber, uber rusty just imagining the many months she hasn’t touched the steering wheel or move the gears. Her main worry is that she has lost her finese in driving and that will make her be stereotyped as a typical female driver who hogs the fast lane, sits absurdly close to the steering wheels, parks horribly slow, changes lanes at the eleventh hour and brakes suddenly.
Oh yes, she loathes to be categorised as one of those as she believes she is born with better driving skills than an average female driver on the Singapore roads.
She can drive to a speed limit of 180 and enjoy the fast dash of air through her pixie haircut, she can park into a vertical lot within 25 seconds and doesn’t need to move out of the lot to straighten the car, she can filter in and out of lanes marvellously, she can outrun another Japanese badge and overtake him too that she is on par with Felipe Massa (Hee :D, I am a fan of his) and she rattles the brands and makes of cars the way a typical girl rattles of Chanel and Dior bags during the Summer Sale.
The only problem with her is that she breaks into a cold sweat when she drives her parents in her any of her brothers’ cars as their lives are all in her hands and sometimes she can’t trust her good-driving habits enough as she has the male-hormones on overdrive when she floors the accelerator.
But anyway, for once when she turned on the engine, she actually forgets her footwork for the accelerator and brake pads. Yes, both brothers drive Automatic transmission cars but she somehow really felt lost trying to maneuverher legs between the two pads. Ironic isn’t it? She drove at an uber slow pace as she got out of the carkpark lot and heaved a ginormous sigh of relief when her Mummy told her to drive slowly and not rush despite being late for her acupuncture appointment. The acupuncture place was a mere 5 traffic lights away from my place thus it wasn’t that bad after all. When she arrived at the place, she dropped off her parents as the parking lots were full and decided to find an empty parking somewhere in the vicinity nearby so that she can park decently without ramming into another car nearby. However, as I drove into the carpark of the acupuncture place, I reached a dead end and for the first time ever since I passed my license on January 30th, 2008 that I had to do the three-point turn in a dead end road which was filled with motorcycles in their designated lots.
For those who don’t know what is a three-point turn, check here:
After surviving through the three-point ordeal, she came to a conclusion and admits aloud in the car (alone) that her driving skills are pretty lousy and she needs to brush them up so she decided not to park the car and sit through her parents’ acupuncture. Instead, she decides to drive out of the carpark and brush up on her skills that she acquired when she was in her driving school days. So during the period of an hour, she practised her U-turns, filter-lanes, lane-changing, parking (vertical & horizontal), overtaking a slower vehicle, blindspots, correct procedures of switching lanes and when she was satisfied, she did the same routine on a different road and managed to perfect her driving skills to a perfect “P”. When she decided to park her car somewhere near the acupuncture place, she turned off the engine and reminisce the good ‘ol times she has when she was still a Learner Driver and thereafter, a Probational Driver.
Driving has brought so much joy into her life and also a greater sense of independence knowing for a fact that she is in control of her own wheel (her own life), and she should take charge of it herself instead of having someone to do it for her. She is pretty thankful she had X as the one who spurred and fuelled her driving hobby but that wasn’t an easy task knowing for a fact that she never got the blessing from him to take this Class 3 (Manual & Automatic) transmission license. When it came down to the crunch time, she decided to dump him and one of the reasons was because if he can’t trust her to take his “wonderful Bimmer” out for a ride without him getting into a cold sweat, she never will be able to control her own life.
In Memory: BMW E36 320i in Black
He was a superb car despite going through seven different owners and there were the rare few times I brought him home to park in my apartment’s carpark lot and he spent just as much time in the workshop as he did in the open roads as he was getting pretty old. He was a ’92 built car thus it was expected. But despite the many downs and driving such a powerful car when I barely passed my driver’s license, I loved ever single second of it.
But most of all, he was the main reason why I switched from loving the Japanese to worshipping the Bavarians.
That undying love for all automobiles with a German badge will never change, it will still live on despite the demise of the relationship that I had with the owner of the lovely car pictured above. I hope the Black Beauty is still in good hands and working just fine now, he was the best ride that I ever had in my tiny and yet-to-be-weathered-by-raging-storms life.
And yes, the real-life tale that I have just related to you was that of my own experience.
Got to go catch some sleep, I have badminton bright and early tomorrow ad will be heading to Ikea for some window-shopping. Toodles world! Have a fantastic and wonderful Wednesday ahead!