Vrrrooommm

I went with ben to Pasir Gudang on saturday. Pasir gudang, is a race track for cars somewhere in jb. It was so exciting to see all those supermodified cars racing. The journey was rather long, about 1/2 an hour just to get there. But its alright as ben's car is comfortable.

The fact that almost 90% of the people there are male and the length of the journey, the condition of all the cars present really give an idea of how much these men (and most men in general) care for their cars. Men and their cars...*grumbles*

From what they told me, there about 2/3 car clubs there that night, hence the unusually high number of cars seen. There was the Singapore Lancer Club (SLC), the Vios Club (VOGS) and one more i cant remember. There were so many powerful cars that night, with some of the most powerful being lancers, there vios were all rather slow (in comparism to the lancers). In fact, there was an orange racing car that was towed in, it had no license plates and was so heavily modified it sounded like a motorbike when racing, damn loud. I was told this car was specifically for racing purposes only. He raced alone many times that night, i suspect not because he wanted to exercise his engine, but because nobody wanted to play him cos anyone who did would most probably lose to him.

If any girl were to have a bf with such a car, she'd have to accept that the car is his life, not her. Sometimes i really do not get this love affair between man & car, but then again, men do not get women & shopping either.

If a girl ever wanted a bf with a car, all she has to do is try to get into a car forum. That is if you're only interested in the car, not the man.

That night, there were a few other very nice/fast cars, a toyota mr2 (woo baby), that orange car, and a gun-metal lancer(ben's friend). According to ben, that lancer is so heavily modified, it practically has season parking at garage R, which can apparently tune lancers or derno wot car model to the fastest speeds in asia.

I really wonder why men spend so much on their cars when they know that they can't keep it long, and the value drops steadily for each day you are driving the car. Maybe in a sense its like why women still buy clothes when they know it will go out of season sooner or later, but the main difference is that clothing styles will still come back.

Anyway, ben won 2x and he raced 2x. I was in the passenger seat both times, damn shiok! The feeling in that moment the car shoots past the finish line first is beyond words. the adrenaline rush when the car speeds up and goes faster and faster and the knowledge that we won (even with me in the car ben boasts - extra weight) is too much to contain. I will not forget that night for some time to come, or probably forever.