A little whisper in the dark

The great divide

In a previous post, I had written about how I had royally stuffed up while making a three-point turn and stuck my Seca's bumper into the flanks of a hapless white Hyundai Elantra parked in uni.

Well, I've come to the conclusion that the car was driven by a female, simply because I've not gotten a call from the owner of the car. I guess where cars are concerned, women don't really care so much about little nicks and stuff (which might be why the owner never bothered to call back, since it really was minor). I was pretty torn up about having caused the accident, because I was once in that position of being victim of a hit and run parking accident.

But then again, I was a guy.

Cars are an extension of ourselves, our egos, if you may. I think I might speak for more than a few guys when I say how we upkeep our "rides" is a reflection of ourselves. And thus we spend the time to wash our cars, wipe it down to remove the watermarks, get all worked up when birds decide to "bomb" our cars (and grab a wet tissue to wipe it off). The car becomes us.

It don't matter that my car is a 17 year old car, done over 200,000kms. Its still mine, and I take pride in it. I can't even begin to explain why I get annoyed when someone brings dog shit into the car on their shoes, or when some drink get spilled in the car. Its a natural reaction.

I can remember the time I had an argument with my brother in his (then) old Honda Accord, while he was driving me home. When I reached home I got off the car and slammed the door so hard his door trim fell off. Under any other circumstance it might have been funny, but there and then it wasn't.

I didn't understand it then why he'd shoved me, but I understand now.

posted by Chung Leong @ 12:46 AM