In Car

I was going somewhere which was unknown to me. LGJ was with me and he insisted on driving, my car. Hence, I was seated on the front passenger seat. We were on hilly bending roads and he took on those sharp corners like a professional racing driver. I was shocked and afraid he might throw us off the cliff. So I tried to step on the brake pedal, which magically just appears on my side of the foot area. I looked at him and smirked. I thought I felt the car slowed down or something but he was still driving happily and taking on those corners like usual. He does not seem to complain as well. Fortunately, he handled the car pretty well.

Suddenly, I was inside PG’s car, seated beside him. He was driving his old Honda Accord (which has already turned into scrap metal now), through the morning market near my hometown’s house. It was crowded as well and the lane was small, barely able to fit the car. Then we came to a porch of a wooden house.

~ by W on April 17, 2009.