straight as an arrow
i've been wanting to try those silver skoda cabs for the longest time. but everytime i either miss it or i don't need it.
well, well, today was the day. :D
hopped on the cab and eagerly told my lab partner how much i'd been wanting to try these silver cabs. then we chatted a little about the difference in their flag-down rates ($2.80)... and zoned out soon after.
well, he was zoning out, but i sure wasn't. i was totally enjoying the power of the car, how fast the scenery sped by with nary a sound, the only noise coming from the radio. and it wasn't noise! it was 91.3 playing good music!
i had SUCH a good ride. as i mentioned to alvin (my lab mate): 'it's like sitting in a friend's car.'
he: 'oh, not so rickety?'
precisely!!
everytime the driver picked up speed my heart raced. and it wasn't one of my usual *PANIC* modes that i give the people who very kindly give me a lift (i'd better insert a disclaimer first) when they drive too fast.
i've always known why. i freak when i can feel that you're a driver not confident enough to hit 120kmph, or if your car is over-stretching its limit.
i could feel the smooth purring of the skoda's engine. the driver was hitting the roads at high speed, but i just closed my eyes and relaxed.
i relaxed ok!! at like, 140kmph i'm normally wide eyed, if not panicking already. the driver and the car had my trust - hence, great ride.
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in the cab i started to think of everyone who's given me a ride before, other than the usual suspects.
and only ONE person stands out, because when he drives, i don't start finding myself fixing my eyes on the road, ready to yank the steering wheel anytime (and this comes from someone who can't even drive.)
the only hint: he made it from my home to NUS in 15min before. AT PEAK HOUR.
nuts! but the speed is really addictive.
i remember when my dad still had his Volkswagen. it was such a sexy shade of purple. my dad and i adored our German/European cars, so having the Volks allowed us to push its limit and see what it can do.
thing about my dad is that he loves speeding, but he is so safe at the same time. my dad handled his cars so well, that i guess growing up in his driving style/etiquette, i tend to have a really high benchmark for the drivers around me.
especially guys who send me home. *hint*hint*
DISCLAIMER ALERT: THIS DOES NOT MEAN I HATE RIDES AND THAT YOUR DRIVING SUCKS. I LOVE FREE RIDES TO WHEREVER I AM GOING AND IF YOU GIVE ME FREE RIDES I WILL LUB YOU MUCH MUCH. THANK YOU.
well, well, today was the day. :D
hopped on the cab and eagerly told my lab partner how much i'd been wanting to try these silver cabs. then we chatted a little about the difference in their flag-down rates ($2.80)... and zoned out soon after.
well, he was zoning out, but i sure wasn't. i was totally enjoying the power of the car, how fast the scenery sped by with nary a sound, the only noise coming from the radio. and it wasn't noise! it was 91.3 playing good music!
i had SUCH a good ride. as i mentioned to alvin (my lab mate): 'it's like sitting in a friend's car.'
he: 'oh, not so rickety?'
precisely!!
everytime the driver picked up speed my heart raced. and it wasn't one of my usual *PANIC* modes that i give the people who very kindly give me a lift (i'd better insert a disclaimer first) when they drive too fast.
i've always known why. i freak when i can feel that you're a driver not confident enough to hit 120kmph, or if your car is over-stretching its limit.
i could feel the smooth purring of the skoda's engine. the driver was hitting the roads at high speed, but i just closed my eyes and relaxed.
i relaxed ok!! at like, 140kmph i'm normally wide eyed, if not panicking already. the driver and the car had my trust - hence, great ride.
--------------------------------------------------------------
in the cab i started to think of everyone who's given me a ride before, other than the usual suspects.
and only ONE person stands out, because when he drives, i don't start finding myself fixing my eyes on the road, ready to yank the steering wheel anytime (and this comes from someone who can't even drive.)
the only hint: he made it from my home to NUS in 15min before. AT PEAK HOUR.
nuts! but the speed is really addictive.
i remember when my dad still had his Volkswagen. it was such a sexy shade of purple. my dad and i adored our German/European cars, so having the Volks allowed us to push its limit and see what it can do.
thing about my dad is that he loves speeding, but he is so safe at the same time. my dad handled his cars so well, that i guess growing up in his driving style/etiquette, i tend to have a really high benchmark for the drivers around me.
especially guys who send me home. *hint*hint*
DISCLAIMER ALERT: THIS DOES NOT MEAN I HATE RIDES AND THAT YOUR DRIVING SUCKS. I LOVE FREE RIDES TO WHEREVER I AM GOING AND IF YOU GIVE ME FREE RIDES I WILL LUB YOU MUCH MUCH. THANK YOU.
posted by feline @ 11:56 PM
