silly car

I want me one of those

Despite the fact that I love watching racing, that I can change my own tyres (at least my friend Greg made me learn for those just-in-case days) and like and know more about cars than the average girl and my street directions better than most guys, I'll admit that I'm not the best driver in the world. I do my best to signal most of the time, to be safe when I change lanes and to stay within the insane speed limit; but I won't boast to drive very well. I'm rather blur, I dream and I get distracted quite a fair bit.

Today was a drama day for my silly car.I parked my car (which while not technically a sports car, has a relatively low profile) on the this huge-ass kerb outside my chuch with the road on one side and a second lower kerb on the other. This lower second kerb is next to a drain by the way. Its not the first time I parked there, but this time I parked rather a ways down from where I normally do. It was a rather tight squeeze but I got in fine and figured I'd get out fine.

So, anyway, in the time I was in church, someone had parked quite closely behind me so I really had to do my best to maneuver my car out of her tight spot. In any case, I was being my usual dreamy self after service (usually I have Ruben to be my second eyes and ears cos he's better at this car driving thing that I am) so when I got into my car, I attempted to turn my steering wheel full-lock left. Which theoretically, was the right thing to do- I just forgot how precarious my left front wheel was to the kerb edge so it kinda dropped over and so my car was pretty much resting on three wheels and of course, combinding that with the lowness of my car, meant that I was pretty much stuck.

To cut the long story short, the guys from church came out to help me. They debated trying to do some driving maneuver or other, discussed how they ought to jack the car up and stuff (wherein I realised my silly car did not have a jack). They decided on what one of them called it the Caveman Alternative. They were going to physically lift my car's front left side and move her.

And they did. Gallantly sporting, grunting from the weight and sweaty from the noondayt heat... they- think there must have been about 9 of them- LIFTED MY CAR OUT. It was so unbelievable, totally unreal, and yet, something that really touched me cos they really went out of their way to do what they did.

So, to Pierre, Bernard, Sherm, John, Dr. Menon, Bjorn, Raymond, Ben, Shienyan (I'm sure I'm spelling this wrong), Ian and the rest of the gang: thanks a million. Really appreciate all you guys did. :)

As I told Pierre, I think I'd be safer in a Land Rover Defender Type car. Something to think about.