Friday, October 08, 2010

The One With The Car Discussion

It's 5:12am. The Charlatans are playing You're So Pretty in the background, and I've just watched Jamiroquai's two new videos from their upcoming album and it's looking real good. I've plagued myself with the "what car?" question this past week (Jay Kay does not help me at any point), and I've promised myself to write a rant about the looming problem so that future generations of myself can view this post, shake their heads in disagreement to the tune of "What was I thinking?". So, here goes:

As you know, I've traded in the Lancer GT about half a year ago for a 07' Proton Saga. Yes, a Proton Saga. What brings upon such madness? Why would any sane person do such a thing? I've questioned my sanity multiple times, and let me tell you that it's actually the most practical (surprise, surprise) reasons that get to me. It's all partly down to Proton's annoying deal with Mitsubishi to rebadge the Lancer as the Waja next month or so. (Insert quote from Armageddon here: It's happened before, it'll happen again.) So yeah, Lancer owners will now have sleepless nights that their pride and joy will now not only be worth less than a half a ham sandwich; but in the process of Malaysian-ization it will also be nicked by the Waja owners in their futile attempts of Waja-lutionizing their badly made Malaysian product. So, OK it makes some sense in selling it off before depreciation sets in, besides it wasn't an absolutely lovely car to drive anyways, the CVT is rubbish unless set in manual mode; where it becomes clear that there's one virtual gear too many, and only fun at the limit, which is a shame because while it's got a lovely chassis, when the gearbox is pushed it warns the driver that something very expensive to replace is overheating and you should slow down (imagine a nice girl telling you that in the middle of a heated...); which is fine if you have that remedy of what they call being rich, but not quite; because you then realise that most of the service centres are run by incompetent EON staff. I've got to say that the only redeeming factor about the car was it's rigid body (apparently stiffer than an Evo IX) but it just didn't have the grunt to make it shine through. All in all, it was sold off because it wasn't a serious enough of a machine, and the fact that it's just plain silly to hang on to something that will soon depreciate and then get stolen. So right, why the hell replace it with a Saga then? It's all down to economics. If I were to drive the said Lancer for say 3 years, it'll depreciate at least RM30,000. If I swapped it with the cheapest car I can find, and drive it for the same 3 years, I lose whatever the cheap car costs, and keep the remaining that I would have lost to depreciation plus I gain the cheap car. It all makes sense.

However, making sense is rarely a nice thing. It's neither comfortable, nor quick. Or safe. It feels absolutely on the edge most of the time, and being an extremist of sorts, I do appreciate some of it's qualities; the interior is quite nicely laid out (after the mods) and it's very exciting to drive even at slow speeds (simply because the bodywork is made from metal so thin, and noise insulation is non-existant); but if I'm honest, it is also amazingly cheap to run. So a plus then?

Not quite. It's blessed with an immensely hard ride (why Proton decided that this car needed firmer springs I will never fathom), rubbish to look at (except for the rear three-quarter view; which I still maintain is retro-cool; but I'm very sure nice looking model types will never realise this) and smoke from either the exhaust manifold (or from somewhere mysterious along the pipe) leaks into the cabin on certain days. I find this a pain because it is my A-B (Oh how I loathe A-B cars, but that's a whole different story for a different post) daily driver, this. It's even more of a pain simply because I've been driving all these lovely supercars of late. One day in a DBS, and the next in horrible horribledom. I'm not complaining about the supercars (please, keep em' coming) but something's got to be done about the Saga. But what?

The way i see it, I've either got the option of fixing it (the uber annoying bits), or; like my mind suggests: change it. Sure, while fixing it's bad points might make it more comfortable and livable, it will not, without a doubt, make it look any prettier, or garner much respect in any form whatsoever; unless I put a tractor arm in the boot or something (Ha! I was serious about that, Chen. Always serious.). So it's a change then? Some fresh air?

Not really. If it's a question of getting the GTT I've been harping about in the last post, then I'm sorry but I don't think my lack of career allows me to maintain it. Same goes with the almost-10k-a-year maintainence of the 350Z. That just about scraps most big engined, rear wheel drives off the list. What if they cost much less? What? A GTO? It looks a bit dated, and to be honest, I can't really pretend that the gearbox won't crumble in short intervals. Rotary engines are not even an option due to their imminent problems, so that rules out any RX-7 and the bargain bin RX-8. Something newer then? An Impreza Ver. 7 or 8? An Evo VIII? Impressive performance but... Nah. I'm not into the whole 4-door saloon thing. Let me explain: I'm against the whole practicality thing. It's the same reason I shoved two huge buckets into the Saga (Trust me, I would remove the rear seats in a heartbeat if I had the option to). I never understood the whole need to buy a practical car. Do you carry full luggage every single day? Do you really need to carry more than one passenger at a time? If your svelte girlfriend needs to carry more than a miniature handbag out to that function that you're attending, you've got the wrong girl anyways. Do you really need more legitimate reasons to help your friends move house? That's what I thought. As far as I'm concerned, practicality robs a person of two things: performance (from weight) and pointless additional cost (from carrying idiots in the rear who again rob you of more performance (The rear seats are heavy enough, you now want to carry people on them too?), fuel economy and most importantly; style (4 door cars look rubbish next to coupes)) Now i'm sure there are some exceptions to my anti 4-door rule. In my book, there are four exceptions: they're called The Flying Spur, Quattroporte, Panamera and Rapide. That's simply because that while they do have four doors, that does not make them any more practical than the next sports coupe (or less mad for that matter). And unless I decide to have a family, I wouldn't be exempted from my own ruling to buy anything close to a Cayenne Turbo, which I do respect immensely. Incidentally, it's my ideal car for the school run. It's called a run for a reason, yea? So what else is there? Something classic like an old 911 or 1980's 3-series coupe doesn't make financial sense; and parts will be hard to find, especially after next year's governmental ruling on half-cuts. Older S-Classes are more expensive to maintain than a GTT, and would probably break down twice, no three times as often. So what then? I've thought hard and long, and there's no real answer because everything is a compromise for something.

"And on that bombshell..."

Sunday, October 03, 2010

It's October? Already?

It's 1:30am and Hyun_A's Change is about to come on, it's about (give or take) a month or so to GT5. It's like Fast & Furious all over again. I'm going to be that boy that bought the large popcorn to get the key ring with no real ride in the garage just yet. I know. I've been harping on the issue for just over 3 and then some years now. It's annoying. It's been annoying my thoughts, and a good part of me is going a little insane. In terms of getting a real job, there's been a lot of directions this year. From being a systems engineer, to multimedia web designer, to freelance designer, to wedding media production. Then there's the whole Korean direction. The world seems to be heading in that direction. And I can't blame them. It's just a lot of change for a person that just wants a R34 GTT for as long as I can remember. I've been scouring a good part of the local web and print classifieds and seeing them (GTTs) come and go really makes me weary. I feel for every pristine example that will probably never surface in the same condition again. It's like when I laid my eyes on that yellow Tommy Kaira R34 when I was just back from my 2 and a half year "expedition". The horizon looks barren and the space far in-between; the sounds of that turbocharged six cylinder inline nowhere to be heard. It's about timing apparently. But we all know how that goes, and I'm not convinced it'll turn out the way it's supposed to.

It never does.

Monday, August 23, 2010

August

It's August 2010. Lily Allen's Who'd Have Known is playing. It's quite fitting of the situation, simply because all those months ago when I stepped off that plane I certainly didn't expect that in a year or so life was going to make a huge three-sixty sporting a big up yours. Sure, you could argue it wasn't all bad. There were the supercars I never dreamt I would drive (this soon anyways) and go sideways in. Then I went and did that whole relationship thing (which, mind you was so immensely overrated and tiring). And then that freelance thing. It's pretty much downhill from there. I'm not out of control. I'm just letting it slip. It's one thing to go into self destruction, and much a different story to do it willingly. In a roller coaster of sorts, you know you need the sudden realization to wake up. But get this, what if I'm not asleep? And I wake up from nothing? And all this is really what I've gotten myself into? Picking up the pieces have never been my forte, nor am I a stranger to it. It's just like John McClane, how many times can the same shit happen to the same person again, and again? It sometimes feels like life is a damn sequel with all the familiar plot twists. Some days, I just dont give a fuck anymore. What's the big plan anyway? There is a voice to reason, and it sounds like a bitch.

I remembered a time in the past when it was all apart, but yet it was all perfect. If I ever get that opportune moment again, please make sure I don't let it all go all over again.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

What?

It's 5:47pm and I'm at the office staring down at the FSLabs blog, (the F-Secure one that updates on security happenings around the world) and Daiki Kasho's playing on the earphones plugged into the laptop but I'm not listening to them, as the office room is filled by random melodramatic malay ballads in the background (thanks to my workmate). I'm not really enjoying any of this (besides the nice freezing air conditioning). It's now about 10 minutes till pack up and go, and I can tell you this: it's been a good 3 months in this job and I'm kinda getting used to it. The routine. The pointlessness. It just seems that my dreams keep getting further away day by day, and that I'm here just sat doing nothing. It really should be a wake up call but I'm not really sure I can get out of the gravity of the situation without the help, or more precisely: some good alco sessions. Well it's time to go home. Will update perhaps tomorrow, when it all loops again.

SURV1V3

[instrumental - 2 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)
(...alive...)

[instrumental - 3 bars]

I can't, I can't survive
Struggle to find the way, but faith is on my side
There's nothing left, block out!
Stuck in my life, why can't I go do my thing
Break out!
Nothing to gain, you know it feels like ash
I can't, I can't describe
I feel I've lost control, within the twisted will in my eye
Work out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
Break out!
There's no way back, the time is now for me

[instrumental - 1 bar]

Drift away to free my soul
Another day, another way
Fade into the air
Just to stay alive
Find myself again
Drive away to free my will
Straying like the clouds
Just to stay alive

[instrumental - 6 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)

Walk out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
Walk out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)

I can't, I can't survive
I try to find the way, but faith will be my guide
There's nothing left, block out!
Stuck in my life, why can't I rise up through this maze?
Break out!
There's no way back, you know it feels like ash

[instrumental - 1 bar]

When the daylight's in my eyes
It wakes me and I feel alive
Fade into the frozen air
Just to stay alive
Face myself again
Drift away to free my soul,
Find the way, 'cause faith looks in
On my side, he rode

[instrumental - 2 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Fade into the air)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)