I am completely, utterly, helplessly hopeless when it comes to cars.
Not that I can't drive them, I just can't give 2 shits about anything about them other than the fact that it brings me from point A to point B.
Whenever the conversation topic switches to cars my brain literally goes piu~~~ shutdown mode!
Nevertheless, I was having lunch with my dad's friend last week and this dude is an avid car lover. He knows everything about cars and [insert fancy car terms which I can't even be bothered to google]. His collection of cars is pretty amazing and he was relating to us stories about his
Hummer.
Apparently it's such a huge solid rock of a car that he has dented oil drums without even feeling a bump. When he reverse-parked, he had even went over carpark dividers because the Hummer has an amazing 'climbing ability' that you won't be able to feel anything! He told us that when he collected his keys, the salesman told him that his previous customer wasn't used to driving a Hummer so when he accidentally accelerated in reverse gear a little too much, the freaking Hummer zoomed backwards,
climbed over a
Myvi and crushed its front bonnet.
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I spent half my life in Gary's Myvi
Never realised we were so vulnerable |
Anyway, after he finished telling his story he turned to me and asked the dreaded question, 'So, Michelle, what's your dream car?'
MTF. I hate it when people ask me this!!!!!
Because I know he expects me to say something like a Mini Cooper or VW gti ...
But... but the only car that flashed through my mind was:
In my defence:
1) I don't need expensive cars!
2) I like cars without buttocks
3) It's small-ish! (lover of small cars)
4) I don't like pink but I want a colour that can help me easily spot my car in a carpark so pink it is.
FINALLY. I DIGRESS.
At one point Gary and I realised both our car knowledge was quite bad. This came after a conversation with a lawyer where he was asked what car he drove and he replied 'A4' and all I thought was '...paper?'
Gary and I decided we should start by recognising more cars on the road.
So one day Gary and I decided to have a name-that-car bet. Car brand and model. I can't remember the terms exactly because it was so long ago but this happened:
A car drove past and since I always go first. I said, 'Proton Wira'.
Gary was like, 'NO!!!!!!!'
And I went, 'YESSSSSS!!!!!!!'
But neither of us knew what car it was (so hopeless T_T) so we left it. Later when we were walking to our car, we passed by that 'Proton Wira'.
Instead of what I expected which was:
It was in fact:
T___T Sorry Mr. Owner of Mazda I have failed/shamed you.
Another story.
Same night, on the drive back home, Gary bet me that I can't name the next 10 cars that passes by us. I took it up and it was awesome because it went like this:
'TAXI/PROTON SAGA, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI, TAXI....'
Then the 10th car was a normal car and I failed.
True story.
