Thursday, July 22, 2010

Of Cars and Cars

I have a rather luxurious family car below where I rarely drive. Most of the time, I drive my trusty 5 year old Japanese car (1.6 litre) for work or take the train when I go for trainings in town. Occasionally, I do drive my family car for errands when it is available. Often people who just got to know me will associate the car with me living in a bungalow or working in prestigious MNC. It seems that the car is an epitome of success, which is quite inconsistent with my current image. In the end, I have to clarify that I have a humble job, that car isn’t mine and I only stay in a HDB flat.

Honestly, sometimes driving this car leads to more embarrassment than awe as people who just knew me would probably be thinking why the hell you are driving this car when you are “supposed” to be taking a bus.

There are many cons in driving that car other than the above scenarios. I would be afraid while in my possession that it might be scratched, knocked or stolen. I have to be careful while going over the humps and struggle to remember the different functions that are supposed to “aid” in driving.

When should I be using cruise control these days when the expressways are as crowded as the car parks, 24/7?

I forgot to mention that I need to see a doctor to check for my hearing soon. There seems no difference between a Mark Levinson and a pioneer locally assembled car stereo system.

On the contrary, I feel a lot at ease driving my own LKK car. The leather seats seem seasoned to my butt, fitting them comfortably. The single CD player (not even MP3 player) never jams. The $50 full tank can last me for a good 10 days. Not to mention the $750 insurance premium and $769 road tax is easy on my pocket. The servicing cost me $100 every 9 months, nobody ever bothers to scratch my car since day 1 I bought it. I can floor the accelerator without feeling heartpain. Only God washes my car for me (quite often recently!).

Driving is a luxury only when you comfortably afford it. I guess I still can’t get used to spending things I rarely use and impressing people I don’t know.