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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

scarlet.

it PAINS me so much everytime i hear the bottom, probably the exhaust pipe, of my austin mini scrape the road. it happens each time it goes over a bump too big. dang, this really touches a nerve.

the only way to solve this oh-so-HORRIBLE problem is to jack it up. the wheels are going to be further apart from the body of the car. in other words, U-G-L-Y. i'm okay when some things dont go my way, but i hate it when things like this dont go my way.

my mum and i took it for a run just now. the car arrived on monday, earlier than i thought, much to my delight. it's still without its road tax sticker though, so all i can do is take it around the neighbourbood. i need to practice driving it anyway.

so yea... about just now, my mum had no problem driving it. me, on the other hand, ahem, how should i say this... ALMOST SLAUGHTERED THE GEARBOX. i do not like not being in my comfort zone, and in this case, driving a manual car. stepping on the clutch and changing the gears are my worst enemy. i have no idea if it's just something to do with the mind, but i honestly fear driving manually. when the whole car throttles and rattles, and the engine proceeds to go kaput!, IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY ROAD FOR GOD'S SAKE, i panic and forget how to breathe.

my mum is an expert, 'nuff said. i seriously havent a clue how she does all this so effortlessly. i think it all boils down to experience... and the ability to multitask in crazy situations. HA. i have a hard time thinking of what to do when faced with a bump on the road, a violently seizing metal box, and having to change to the god-knows-which gear, ALL AT ONCE. i also dont know when to release, or not to relaese, the clutch when ac/decelerating. sigh. the sounds the car emits also worry me. i'm not sure how to tell which ones are normal from the ones which mean it's about to explode. i do know the sound of the gearbox dying though... trust me.

never mind! i will practice every moment i can without fail. well, once they jack it up, of course. i dont want to hear the damn metal-against-asphalt screech ever again! GAH

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    23 July 2009 at 06:46  

    give it a couple of months, you'd be driving autopilot.

    sad thing about ur exhaust pipe? gearbox? top