THE BEST DRIVE OF MY LIFE (so far)

Disclaimer :- Do not attempt the below unless you are a trained professional. Rash driving could be quite bad for health, horrible for the kidneys you know.

So here we are once again, reading, writing and comprehending unusual things. It’s like a whole English exam. Of course we aren’t really reading Shakespeare, or writing bestsellers, or as it usually is with my blog comprehending much either. Which I just realized lends more credibility to the English exam simile. Don’t fret, I’m not here to give a discourse on English exams, to be frank I don’t think much or get much in exams and so will probably never give a discourse on them. I’m here tonight with the intention of penning down (or at least typing down) an experience I only just had like 45 minutes or so ago. This is how the events unfolded on this pleasant evening –

It was one of those cool evenings where you find yourself driving along (not too fast) just enjoying the atmosphere. It was one of those rare evenings when the traffic is just the right amount; not too much to piss you off, nor too less to take away the nice feeling of overtaking others; just the right amount. It was one of those rarer still evenings when my new Nokia 5800 express music threw at me a great playlist. Pink Floyd, Porcupine Tree, Credence Clearwater Rainworth, etc. etc. you get the picture. It was one of those evenings when I was cherishing my moments driving outside, and if you’re someone who drives 35kms to work and 35kms back each day for more then a year then you know that this is probably the rarest thing to happen among the said rare occurrences

I did not devote at first more then a cursory glance at the grey activa that came swerving by and cut across in front of me. I wasn’t in the disposition to bother about things as asinine as others overtaking me; I had just arrived somewhere but not here. I pulled up right behind the activa at the nearest signal; it was only then that I noticed the clean smooth calf and the little feminine pink floaters (nike) on the pretty frame of the person swerving said activa around. Granted that I could only see the back, and even that covered by a black coat and helmet, but there was something about the outline that captivated the eye. She could’ve probably had the face of chewbacca for all I knew, but to a mind doused in Floydian sentiments, buffered by porcupine tree, visions of Scarlett Johannsen and Jessica Alba presented themselves readily. Now I don’t write to tell you about every pretty girl I come across, if I did I would probably write more then I currently do, however what made me want to come and narrate in some words what happened was what happened when the signal turned green.

I mentioned my new Nokia 5800 earlier in my tale, I told you how it was a rare occurrence that it gave me a good playlist, now I wish to clear up a thing or two here. I’ve had the blessed device for a little over a week now, good music, good display, good browser, good phone all in all I should say, but there’s something about a phone which manages to make you want to change the song that’s playing every so often despite the fact that the playlist on shuffle consists of songs that you basically like. I can’t put my finger on what it is, I suspect it’s just me being choosy about what I want to hear when, but there it is. However on this particular occasion, my dear phone had my best interests at heart, I still can’t put my finger on what it is, but I’m going to go with my phone has a character of own, doesn’t always do its job like a machine, but when it matters goes all out to do what is necessary. I think I ought to name him/her sometime, and decide what gender it should be too.

So, as soon as the signal changed to green and the cute bird took off, and I mean with speeds you don’t associate birds with. I mean one second you’re staring at a cute ankle, and the next it’s just dust. This is when my phone decided to go all out for me, it made the grand conjuration. The chase had begun. I must say at the outset that considering she was on a activa and I on a victor, the ensuing hunt wasn’t exactly the most high caliber pursuit that you might’ve seen, but it was the most invigorating drive I’ve been in.

Over the next 15 minutes or so we kept trading the lead, I must say that for a pretty frame, she yields a pretty nasty ride (no pun intended). She was a lot more aggressive then I expected, and I in turn displayed more aggression then I expected to. We both were quite conscious of each deliberately trying to overtake the other, zipping in and out of traffic, making quick, bold, intelligent moves. For most part the others on the road were just like stationary obstacles we drove around in hot pursuit of each other. It was the most exhilarating drive I’ve had in my life yet, and in my short life so far I’ve driven a lot more then I wanted to. Needless to say that when at the end of it all I saw her indicating to the right (off the main road) I was well past the point I had to turn to go home. Now it’s not like I’m in love or anything, but the pinnacle of the evening was the one glance that she gave me just before turning off. I dunno if I’ve got words for it, I don’t even know if it was an acknowledgement of having won, or a disgusted scowl or, wanton lustful sighs (personally I’m rooting for the third), but her eyes are not something I’m not going to forget in a hurry.

I’ve heard a couple of friends tell me of such happenings to them, and I’ve always thought about how it might be. You see until recently I was among those who believe women can’t or shouldn’t be allowed to drive. I still do at large maintain that the fairer sex shouldn’t be given the keys lightheartedly; it could be quite perilous to the other drivers and pedestrians on the road, not to mention the local flora and fauna. However after what I just had, I have come to a quite paradoxical conclusion – If at all I want other people driving fast on the road, I want it to be people like that.

P.S. – I realize as I go through what I’ve written that I’ve probably not made it exciting enough, not conveyed in entirety what and how exactly it was, however I’d just let you judge how deeply this impacted me by the fact that within an hour of this happening, I felt the need put it in black and white, and you guys know how often I blog.

P.P.S – In case any of you are wondering about how rash driving could be bad for the kidneys, a friend of mine met with an accident and had some problems due to the injury to his kidneys. And yes it’s rash driving that’s really dangerous, not fast driving in particular.