manual

the ultimate knob of headache.

i am never a big fan of manual transmission cars.

change the gear, yank the clutch,  honk for your life, yank the brakes, show appropriate finger languages, run yellow lights, swear peaceful words, be mak rempit whatsoever.

dont get me wrong, i drove this shabby kancil to ipoh and back to utp leh quite recently. and my license is not in any ways associated to coffee, so i still can drive a manual car, just maybe not as smooth.

yeah i know i know guys are supposed to like manual cars because they accelerate faster, consume less petrol la di da.

let me simulate a typical guys’ conversation for you:

“like goodness did you see that GTR?”

“yeah omg, like 0-100 in less than 2 secs!”

then if anyone at all, or me, interrupts with

“i wonder if theyre selling the automatic transmission ones?”

“sweat. dude, you serious?! what a wuss!”

okay let me stand up for the automatics!

doggie’s whiskers want to stand up too. (his colour so nice hor?)

im a very practical person (yeah right..) and there was this coincidence that i NEEDed to drive past the city during PEAK hours with a manual car. hush hush need i say more? lol.

caught in the stupid jam for almost 2 hours, and balancing them pedals almost twice every minute.

i almost left the car there and walk home.

how fun can that be i ask you? imagine a daily routine? NOOOO. 

even the good transformers are named autobots. see?

automatic transmission rules. call me a wuss. i dont care.