Stoplights and road blocks and assholes and happiness...
I have always liked driving. I like the control the wheel affords you. I like the privacy provided by the steel doors in a street filled to the thousands. I like the small triumph of making the speedometer reach numbers it has never reached before.
That being said, driving in Metro Manila is still a bitch. An ugly spoiled-rotten, PMS-ing bitch. With every zigzag of a reckless motorcycle, with every sudden stop of a mindless jeepney, with every careless cut and overtake of a bus or a taxi my temper rises and flares.
It is as if my emotions have formed bonds with my gas pedal and horn. My feet and palms are powerless against the wills of my heart. And commonly my heart is screaming RAM THOSE MOTHERFU*CKERS TO THE WALL!
It comes as a surprise then the horrors of city-driving have not really registered recently. It has been quite some time since I raced after a stupid driver or shouted unheard obscenities at the lunatic on the motorcycle. A taxi driver who recently rear-ended me even described me to his impatient passenger as "Mabait naman si mam eh." And 80% I find that I'm actually wearing a seat belt - something I used to abhor.
Sometimes, I find myself humming at the stoplight. Sometimes, I find myself still smiling as some oaf in an SUV cuts my car. Sometimes, I just stop caring that I am stuck in the parking lot called EDSA. Sometimes, I feel like a crazy woman giggling in the middle of smog.
I have always liked driving. But since you came into my life, I've begun to love it.
If traffic incidents decrease this year, the MMDA and the general population has you to thank.
I can't wait to get back behind the wheel and drive away with you.
VROOM!
That being said, driving in Metro Manila is still a bitch. An ugly spoiled-rotten, PMS-ing bitch. With every zigzag of a reckless motorcycle, with every sudden stop of a mindless jeepney, with every careless cut and overtake of a bus or a taxi my temper rises and flares.
It is as if my emotions have formed bonds with my gas pedal and horn. My feet and palms are powerless against the wills of my heart. And commonly my heart is screaming RAM THOSE MOTHERFU*CKERS TO THE WALL!
It comes as a surprise then the horrors of city-driving have not really registered recently. It has been quite some time since I raced after a stupid driver or shouted unheard obscenities at the lunatic on the motorcycle. A taxi driver who recently rear-ended me even described me to his impatient passenger as "Mabait naman si mam eh." And 80% I find that I'm actually wearing a seat belt - something I used to abhor.
Sometimes, I find myself humming at the stoplight. Sometimes, I find myself still smiling as some oaf in an SUV cuts my car. Sometimes, I just stop caring that I am stuck in the parking lot called EDSA. Sometimes, I feel like a crazy woman giggling in the middle of smog.
I have always liked driving. But since you came into my life, I've begun to love it.
If traffic incidents decrease this year, the MMDA and the general population has you to thank.
I can't wait to get back behind the wheel and drive away with you.
VROOM!