the joys of motoring

i haven't been posting photos because most of the photos i'm taking now are work-related, hence confidential company property. in compensation i'll write about some of the joys i've experienced in my terms of car ownership.

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joy 1: morris beats the light

me and chinky were in the morris with this car dangerously close behind us (well any distance shorter than 20m is dangerous when you're in a 40-year-old rust bucket with seasonal brakes). the light just ahead had switched to amber, and because there wasn't enough stopping distance, i floored it. that's relative actually; flooring the morris produces a velocity change equivalent to tapping my mom's audi. we made the light; the car behind didn't. i pumped both fists in the air and we both cheered the little morris while still pulling gently away from the middle of the junction. and we're both quite sure the driver behind witnessed our joyous celebration.

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joy 2: airport run

me and chinky went to the airport for a drink in the morris. we had parked and were already inside the terminal when i realised i'd left my wallet at home. we beat a hasty retreat and hopped back into the car, only to discover the cashcard only had cents in it. with no way to top it up we screeched (that, too, is relative) to the carpark exit. when the barrier went up and showed that we were within the grace period, we clapped and cheered mightily.

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joy 3: firing back

i haven't mentioned this but i've gotten another car. it's now in the midst of restoration so naturally there're some issues to sort out, but in the meantime it's back-fired on a few occasions, which is a bad thing. the first was on an expressway in lousy traffic, on the right lane. the second was in an open-air carpark, where i sent a few people scuttling from the nearby coffeeshop. since i'm lousy with descriptions i sent the car to the workshop and asked them to drive it themselves so they'd know the exact problem and go about solving it. when i went down the next day and heard that it'd successfully back-fired again while they were testing it i was indescribably overjoyed.

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we laughed at our own reactions to all three situations.

chinky: omg you have such special cars!

me: lol! yeah i know!

chinky: and we're always getting happy at the funniest things about them!

me: lol!

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i went through some of my last photo posts and realised i miss shooting for the fun of it. maybe i'll go on a shoot this weekend with chinky, exams be damned.

realignments

i didn't write anything last month so i'll make up for it with at least two this month.

i took the bike out for a night shoot some time ago and experienced the true reason i bought it last year. it was a combination of the quiet night and the empty roads that summoned this feeling.

it's not the engine, the handling, or the exhaust. those are what a bike needs. but what the Triumph is, what it really means to me, is freedom.

which is why i'll regret seeing it go in the very near future.

it's a great bike but i can't keep it around if all it does is make me feel alive once in a blue moon, while the rest of the time it just brings me stress and danger. it's diminishing returns. one of the many things i don't agree with in this country is the way people drive here. and i'm not going to keep late nights just so i can avoid these people of monstrous ineptitude.

i won't rant about the Triumph's abilities and what it's done for me; for those who don't understand it can't be explained, and for those who do there's no need to.

all you retarded motorists out there, go eat some shit.