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The way I look at cars

Mirror + lights
First thing first, I always check if there's a mirror for the front passenger. More importantly, does it come with a light? No, fail.

Why? What can I do if I'm not behind the wheels? And it's very useful when I want to check if my make up's alright, if there's anything stuck in my teeth or anything's dangling from my nose.

Of course, please don't do this on a date. It certainly doesn't impress even if he says he likes you for being you. Maybe after the 100th date or simply after you're married.

My take: How much does a mirror & light cost? Somebody should make these 2 compulsory in a car.

Fast & Furious
It's cool. It's hot. It's sexy.
And you need a strong heart to be in one.
In my case, I become a control freak instantly.
That's why I think he secretly hates it when I'm his passenger.
Also because I aint a hot chick.
Then again, he's not any better.

Don't get me started when it's a manual one.
Definitely not his forte.
And he's gonna blame it on the car or me when he reads the line above.

My take: I don't exercise and I eat lots of junk so I don't think my heart is that strong to take too much of a fast & furious.

Seats
I hate seats that are too low.
The only happy ones are those in the upper decks of buses, truck drivers when I'm wearing something slightly lower cut. But their happiness shouldn't last long because there's really isn't much to see.

And then there's the problem of getting in and out if you happen to wear a short or tight dress.
How to hop in & get out gracefully without flashing a thing or two you tell me?

My take: Wear your FBT shorts and baggy tee shirt, complete with a pair of Haviannas if you want to go for the only-going-downstairs-to-get-my-mails look.

Colours
Anything but 'ah peh' colours namely brown, silver (unless it's a SLK), grey, maroon or shocking ones like hot pink (what, you think you're barbie?).

Be Yourself
If you're not a WRX, then you're not.
If you're not a Honda Civic, then you're not.
Why pretend to be something else?
No wonder the fakes industry is making big money... sigh..

So yes, from time to time, I get to sit in fanciful cars. I don't request to drive them except when I'm in some quiet areas (eg. R8) or that the car seems rather easy to handle (quite a number actually) simply because I don't think I'm a fantastic driver. To leave myself some dignity and to be fair to myself, it's also because I don't get to drive often.

Anyway, do I like the attention when I sit in those fanciful cars? I don't want to lie so yes, it does feel good but it takes only a few minutes to remind myself that hey, it's not mine or ours.

I'm certainly not proud of my other half because he gets to drive all these cars but I'm proud of him being passionate about his job and interest.

COE is so crazy now that if I take the money to the branded boutiques, I'll come out being happy for the next 10 years or more!

So till we get hold of one decent and practical car (spells auto, not too huge, meets or doesn't meet my above criterias, for me), I'll tell you if I'll look at cars differently.

And till then, public transport is and has to be the way.

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