I was going to write about my recent trip to Danga Bay, Johor for the Street ShootOut 1.5 Competition. And also the attempted break-in of my Satria R3 on Saturday morning. The past couple of days has been a mish-mash of frustration, helplessness, disheartenment, adrenalin, laughter, disappointment and anger. Feel free to throw in more adjectives and descriptive words, I might just award you with a prize.
But no, I think I’ll write about yesterday, coz yesterday takes the cake. So yesterday it is, for now.
If you remember, how I remember quite vividly, the “misadventures of a car at a car wash in Bangsar” story, then you would be thrilled to know, that another piece of metal was bent, another part of PU was rippled and dented. Bad karma? You bet.
After some contemplation, I had decided the car wash (*at the car wash…. whoa-oo-whoa-oo-whoa-whoa!) over washing the car myself at my parent’s place in Kelana. The convenience of having your car washed while you exercise your nimble fingers far outweighed the need to lose weight via certain chores, so I dropped the car off before making my way to Starbucks for a wi-fi session.
A couple of hours passed and my eyes grew blurry from the 12-inch screen and the active chick scene in Starbucks, so I decided to pack up and leave.
With my tiny Crumpler bag slung over my shoulder, I plodded along Telawi 3 towards Bangsar Village where I quickly grabbed a nutty cinnamon bun before proceeding to collect my car. Words, at that point, could not describe my disappointment and dismay. I mean, the car was clean. A job well-done, no doubt. But the extras that came with it, I can do without. I have no pictures to show the ‘extra treatment’ I got, but rest assured, it was not pretty. Apparently, a customer driving a big SUV or 4WD had rammed into the back of my beloved Satria R3, which after yesterday’s event, I christian “The Most Banged-up Satria R3 While Stationary Award 2005″.
It’s funny how I can drive fast and frantic, live through a track day and autocross event and not get a single scratch on the car. But when it’s stationary, my god, when it’s stationary, the field is thrown wide open! *Tada!* Someone deliberately scratches it, reverses into it, and etc… How wonderful life is when you are NOT MOVING!
Life, as they say mostly, sucks. If this isn’t bad karma, then I must be in the zone. (hopefully with Britney. Heh) I dunno. You tell me. It’s as if my car is swallowed into a black hole every time I live it alone, immobile.
The-dude-who-rams-Satria-R3s-for-a-living was nice enough to leave his name card though, and I called him to inform him that I will get a quote for the repairs. I hope I don’t have to replace the whole rear bumper as that would be rather pricey. I’d much prefer spending that money on a Stage 2 engine upgrade. The bracket for the right reflector is broken, so that would definitely have to be repaired or replaced. Will pay another visit to the paint shop in Sunway this Saturday.