My new car arrived on 21st February 2001. It was a long wait, almost 3 months. I finally had to get one because my latest job was situated quite far away from where I was living at the moment and I refused to shift. If I relied on the public transport like I always did, it would take me close to 2 hours to get there. What model is it? Well, it is a Proton Iswara 1.3, metallic dark grey in colour and the registration number was picked by the salesperson whom I never want to do business with again. Before it arrived, I was driving Samantha's (my sister) car, a Kenari and it had power steering, quite unlike the Iswara so don't be surprised if you see me wrestling with the steering wheel. In fact, I had become quite comfortable with the Kenari although I disliked it at first. It looked too much like a box (some say coffin!). My boyfriend, Anderson disliked it at first too until he saw me driving it. He said I looked so cute in it and that the car now looked like a bird. I had to remind him several times that it was my sister's and mine is an Iswara. The first time I got the car going, I thought there was something wrong: the car was noisy! Well, to me it was. Every time it went over a bump, there would be a squeaking sound. I told every one there was a mouse living in my car. Before it was a month old, it started giving me headaches as well as heartaches but then it didn't hit me so hard because the car was a utility for me after all, not a luxury item for status purposes (well, I paid almost RM40K for it). One morning, I got up bright and early to go to work but who should delay me but MAR, my trusty steed. I switched on spray wiper to clear
the back windscreen but nothing came out. I pressed it again, twice and this time, water did come out, right onto my right foot from somewhere below the dashboard near the steering wheel. Yikes, it was |