...But Not Going Anywhere

You read it right, folks. Looks like I'm not going back after all. I'd planned to meet up with a couple friends for a movie, and as I was heading out towards the Summit USJ just before SJMC, I heard and felt the snap! that could mean only one thing: my clutch was officially dead. A couple of quick thrusts (by my foot of course) confirmed that it'd given up the ghost. Nothing much for a guy in my fix to do but hit the hazard lights and roll to a more-or-less graceful stop.

Was I expecting it? Oh yes. Every year my clutch has to die once, as if to appease the strange and obscure gods of Car Repair (of which they must be laughing and clutching their bellies now. Fie on you! I hope you choke on your ambrosia!). Anyway, I made a quick call to cancel the movie and with a prayer barely dying on my lips placed a call to my race driver-cum-mechanic, Adi. As my mysterious destiny would have it, he was still near the workshop and 20 minutes later I was in the passenger cab of a tow truck his friend owns, heading back home.

If anyone ever needs reminding why I love living where I do, this is one of those reasons. Sure, the rent's high and petrol consumption's to the roof, but I can be rest assured that if I need any of my creature comforts/emergency assistances, they're never more than 20 minutes away (I have TWO Maybank branches within a 1 km radius). Plus, I don't think I'd give my mechanic-who-also races cars up for anything (especially since he does almost all the work from a wheelchair).

So yeah, for a guy who's about to spend RM 500 to 700 on the car tomorrow, I think I'm pretty calm. I'm just thankful it happened while I was still near the apartment and not speeding towards Perak (not that I speed, mind you). This does put a dent into any spending plans I may have for the upcoming megasales, though. There goes the shirts and trousers I've been itching to buy (it's been 8 months, dear God!) and the social plans but hey, I'm not complaining. At least I'm safely at home and the car's with someone I trust.

Just to let you know though. If you don't hear from me in the next month, I'll probably be at home squeezing every hour of entertainment from Bejeweled (cracked, of course) and various other free or almost-free escapes.

Well..'ave a good one, folks.

Cheers!