Today my dad drove me to “work”. I’ve never driven out of KL and Shah Alam. The farthest was Seremban and that was only twice. And only because I know the roads so well.
After showing me how to get to Putrajaya and back home, my dad went to work and I rested. Then, I dashed off to run some errands.
As I was driving, I was thinking of how far along I’ve come; with cars, that is. I’ve been driving since I was 18. Apart from the Uncle’s Kancil at JPJ, my first few experiences with cars are with a dear friend of mine who was the ONLY person who trusted me enough to drive from TTDI-Shah Alam and back.
In fact, he’s the only person who has dared sleep so far, while I drove to anywhere. And he doesn’t mind the sumbang singing too, which is a very big plus point.
And after all those mornings, evenings and nights, driving all around campus, town and home, after the endless mati engine at inappropriate places i.e. a U-turn at OU (OMG, takut fikirkan balik! and Shame shame because his sister witnessed it!), after being stuck at a dead end before a morning class on 22nd September 2003 and after all naik bukit tapi kereta turun, turun, turun....
Dean, I’m a better manual car driver than you!
p.s: you better come claim your presents before they rot!