God, can I get a PT Cruiser please?


Many years ago I joked that my three goals in the short-to-medium term would be to get a car, a house, and a dog. When I told two of my good friends from Citibank about this, one of them said, “And where does ‘a wife’ sit amongst your goals?”. It’s funny that God rearranged my goals and shuffled them around. I got my house in 2005, got married at the end of 2009, and I am still carless and dogless.

There is a belief in my family that if any one of the children is too scared to drive, then he or she probably inherits it from our father. Well, the list of children who don’t drive has shrunk considerably within the last few years and I don’t want to be included in that list anymore. My usual excuse for not driving yet was the fact that I was so comfortable taking a cab around when I was in Jakarta and that the streets were too hectic for me. Then I moved to Singapore, which provided a good excuse that the local public transport network was so efficient that I didn’t need to drive. After I returned to Adelaide, I don’t have any good excuse not to drive actually and I join those who usually ask around for a lift when we have our activities at church. Many good friends ‘drove’ me faithfully in the last five years – from home to church or vice versa. Well, I’m a married man now – what if Yani needs to head to the hospital pronto? I can’t call a cab or phone one of the guys to drive us, or even hassle one of my neighbours. At the end of last year I decided to dislodge the stone of fear from my soil and face it!

I did take driving lessons more than 10 years ago in Bandung but stopped when we covered reversing – I was too busy at work then and started skipping lessons and requested the school to ‘expedite’ my driver’s licence. The licence was as good as nothing as I really would be clueless to drive around without supervision. I ended up not using the licence at all and the rest is history.

To undertake driving school in Australia, you need to pass a Learner’s test which is a test on road rules and driving theory. I did one close to five years ago and when it expired three years ago, I didn’t renew it nor did I follow it up with a driving lesson. I simply let it slip. I did another one two years ago and was determined to follow this one with a proper driving lesson this time. I decided to contact a driving school that was referred to me by a good friend of mine. Before fear sets in again, I booked January 23 to be my first lesson in the morning at 8.30am. The next lesson will be on the following week – 90 minutes’ session each. The subsequent ones are to be scheduled later on. So there you go! I am facing my fear and am determined to overcome this. I suppose the next step is to find a vehicle for me to practise my lessons in my own free time! I used to want to have a Mini Cooper as it seems so fun, so ‘yuppie’ – however, it seems that everyone who wants to be perceived as cool is driving one. So I’ve switched my wish to a Chrysler PT Cruiser. I toyed with the idea of having a Volkswagen New Bettle, but Chrysler still wins me over. It still has that retro feel to it – what can I say, I love retro stuff!

So I have spent some time googling and looking at car sales websites and found out that they are pretty dear! 😮 The heart is willing but the pocket is weak! :sigh: 🙂 I was so naïve to think that I’d have some leftover money given to Yani and I for our receptions in Surabaya and Bandung that would be enough for the down payment for a car. Alas, it’s not meant to be! That should teach me not to expect my blessings from a channel, but from the real source instead! 🙂 So God, can I get a PT Cruiser please, even a secondhand one? 🙂 Failing that I may end up driving a used Mazda 3 or a secondhand Yaris, I suppose. 🙂

I’ll keep you posted with my driving lessons! Hehehe. 🙂

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