Guys and Cars

We all know Guys are real klutzes - then how come they get to drive? Here's an insight on the relationship of Guys and Cars!

I love to drive.

I don’t know anything better that I would enjoy doing, than to drive endless miles to nowhere at all.

Wheel at my hand, wheel under my feet, taking me wherever I wish to go without asking questions, just taking orders and following.

Driving, I believe, comes to me naturally. Some people smoke, some drink, I drive. So it was but natural that when I received my personal car at my 19th birthday, I was overjoyed. All my friends turned into a fantastic shade of green when I broke the good news. After all, not all parents are liberal enough to give their daughter a personal car!

Of course, driving has its own responsibilities like “ following traffic rules, avoiding overtaking and of course ” avoiding accidents.

There is of course one thing that confuses me immensely, that gets my thought train zoom as fast as an airplane. We all know guys are such klutzes, then how come they get to drive? I mean hey “ girls are smart homo sapien forms, they are entitled to do smart and impressive things ” like driving. But guys?

The worst form of “guys who drive” are the ones who “drive other people nuts”. When my car was standing across a guy-driven car at a red light, somehow the music in his car, which was far from audible, became a blearing alarm. I detest that. I mean, okay “ you want to get someone’s attention ” great! But what the hell is the deal with the blearing music that makes me nearly deaf? I believe, you should always teach these too-smart-to-be-true guys a good lesson. I turned my music even louder. It was weird of course — fast English track blearing from his stereo system and a slow ghazal blearing from mine. But I think he got the message, as he slipped his car across another female-driven vehicle. The hilarious part was — she smiled at him.

Then again, I don’t know whats the deal with guys and cars. I don’t know, seems like their car is a way to show off their good money and their collection of music. I have way too often seen guys opening their windows intentionally on coming across a female-driven vehicle. No doubt, there is bound to be a cellphone to his ear, yet music blearing from his stereo system and a pair of sunglasses hiding his snickering eyes.

When you’re stuck in traffic, and there is a young guy behind you, you’re bound to hear a lot of horns. Occasionally you would restrain from going over to his car and slamming his head, but most of the times, you would drink your anger. When I was once, stuck in such a situation, it was too damn irritating. Giving up finally, I zoomed out of my car and walked to the red Lancer responsible for the racket. Conveniently, the guy opened his window and flashed a smile. When I asked him what the hell was pissing him off so bad, he sweetly asked me for my phone number. Really, guys and cars are just not it!

I don’t see how cars are a medium to get girls interested in you. I mean — really! Think about it! Once, at another red light (Delhi is a city if red lights!), a guy-driven Cielo was next to my car. His cellphone was carefully plugged to his ear and he was chatting endlessly in good English. I could hear pretty much all of the conversation as the guy was practically screaming every word. I presumed that he talked loud due to the traffic around him. Seconds later when he was still chatting on the cellphone, it actually rang. In utter embarrassment, he pulled up his car windows and I laughed to myself. Guys and cars “ it would never change!

My worst experience was when months after my birthday (my 19th birthday), my car got a nasty dent. Of course, a ”guy” was responsible for the damage. I had noticed him following me for about 20 minutes before I reached my destination. I assumed it was a co-incidence that he had to eat at the same restaurant as I. But when his car smashed into my parked car, I was totally blown over! My boiling temper forced me to walk to him to get the apology I deserved. After various sorries and It-was-an-accident’s I gave in, and walked away. I had only covered a few steps when he called out “ ”Excuse me“. I turned around as he approached me and smiled sheepishly. ”I was wondering, how about lunch together?’

I rest my case.