The Wills That Move the Wheels

Not too sure if I have mentioned it here before but I love driving. More specifically self-drive!
Not only because of my motion sickness problem where I ought to steer the car to control my own motion but because I just simply love to drive.

The feeling of cruising hundreds of miles over breath-taking sceneries…

the feeling of being completely frees owning your moments…

the excitement of anticipating what’s lay ahead of ‘ya….

I love ‘em all!

My first car was an 850cc Kancil. I got it as it was a car that I could afford then. It’s relatively quite an easy to carry car; easy to park, easy to maneuver, easy on my pockets : )
It was a manual-geared car.
That was when I fell in love with driving. I like to be in control of my speed. Though it is achievable via auto-geared car too, somehow playing with the manual gear gave me a tingeing sensation that I couldn’t explain.

I was young then, I drove my car over 200 km back to my hometown alone within the month I got her. I did not shed a sweat!

I drove her back on another occasion alone again at wee hours in the night; way past midnight after I’d attended a cocktail party and I did not think that it was a big deal.
I thought I had too as I was rushing home for the QingMing the morning after.

Ya… I was that daring then.
And ya, I was that in-love with driving.
But make no mistakes; it’s driving, not racing. :p

Things have change now. If I’m placed in a situation where I was to go on a long drive, I would find myself thinking twice.
Is it needed to or is it because I want to?
Yes, I love driving, but I ain’t 18-22 anymore.
Can I withstand the long exhausting drive?
Am I fit to?
And most importantly I have other passengers to think off too.

I find myself slowing down. I would rather break my journey into a few shorter drives with rest in-between.
I would rather have another back-up driver traveling with me just in case.
I would rather not travel in the middle of the night to the middle of nowhere.

But I still love that tingeing sensation of in-control of my own speed. I did not get myself the auto-geared car after my faithful Kancil era. The new (then, old now) car I got myself is still another small manual car.
And I still love her to bits!