There’s something about me and cars. The only video games I finish playing are racing games (I’m in love with anything Need for Speed!) and although I can’t consider myself “boy-smart” when it comes to the technical things, especially those under the hood, I know enough to get behind the wheel and drive.
Cars are part of my comfort zone. Cars are kinetic rooms. Someday, you will get a car not only because it looks great, but because you’re comfortable driving it and it suits you best. Cars are portable closets. As I have witnessed during my college years, some people don’t find the need to use lockers anymore because they can just stash their stuff in their cars. Cars are my personal sleeping pill. Just take me out for a spin and you can get me knocked off in a doze in minutes. Credit goes to my parents for using that technique to get me to sleep when I was a kid. Cars are my soon-to-be “thinking chair” (like Steve’s thinking chair in Blue’s Clues). I have always pictured myself driving really late at night or really early in the morning (when traffic is non-existent) to clear my head with my comfort music blasting through the stereo and just going around the city. That is, when I can already drive on my own.
Now that I’m done with school horrors, in between sleep and Glee marathons (I am now a Gleek too! I only started watching the other day but consider me officially hooked!), I get to practice again. I’ve had my license for more than a year but I always get sidetracked and stop driving. There was a time when I was so close to driving on my own because I got enough practice but days got busy and my uncle who was teaching me how to drive suddenly got sick so I had to push it aside. Now that I don’t have excuses, I am back on the wheel.
I can already go around and drive, but you can’t trust me on expert parking skills yet or easing my way through the uniquely Filipino kind of traffic. It gets a bit scary with all those motorcycles speeding by without a care and those jeepneys/cabs driven by crazy drivers but I guess it just takes some getting used to. With all these, I learned that driving really takes time and practice so don’t rush it out. The best way to learn it is to drive as frequently as possible and have someone to guide you until you feel confident and assured enough that you can get out of Manila traffic like a champion. Haha! Also, after driving school, I practiced on Sundays because there’s less traffic and it’s more relaxing so if you’re learning, Sunday is the day! (Or you can pick a day/time that’s less overrated). Plus, you’re never too cool for the safety belt.
I find something really comforting in cars so I hope that this time I finally get it right so that I can have bonding time with music. Just me and music on the road, because sometimes, even my room isn’t a space I could call mine anymore. I want that space - my personal space where it’s just me, my thoughts and the world outside.
Cars are pretty, functional, and boy, can it take you places.








