Since I got my license (sa pamamagitan ng marangal na paraan, if I may always add, hehe), I’ve been more useful. I’ve become Raviv’s default driver to school and to his football trainings. It actually feels great–I feel like a true soccer mom! Nicki (as in my yellow Nicki Mirage) and I have become the best of friends.
Of course, I’ve had my palpak days. For example, during the first time I brought Raviv to his football skills training, we weren’t allowed entry to the venue. Bakit kamo? ‘Coz I forgot my license. I left it in the folder we brought when we had our passports renewed. The policy of the venue where Raviv trains is that all drivers surrender their licenses–not just any ID–to the guardhouse. I wanted to tell the guard that I really had a license–in fact, Marangal ko pong nakuha ang lisensya ko, Kuya Guard! Hindi po ako naglagay!!! But of course he wouldn’t care about that. So I had no choice but to return home. Galit na galit si Raviv. “Nanay, nasayang lang (he refers to his preparation)!” I couldn’t argue because it truly was my fault.
Then early last week when I had the urge na mag-inarte. I usually wear flats when driving, but since (1) ang galing ko na and (2) feel ko ngang mag-inarte, I wore my pretty pink Donald J. Pliner sandals with thin, 3-inch heels when I fetched Raviv.
E ‘di ayun na nga. On my way to fetch Raviv, I started thinking of something trivial (I think I was trying to decide which blouse would match my new skirt) that made me drive mindlessly. I belatedly noticed I was driving too fast, so I hit the brakes. Hindi kumagat. Mali ba ang tinapakan ko? So I hit the other pedal. I accelerated further–I was stepping on the gas! I could see I was already so near the bigger car in front of me that I started to panic, and images of me crashing was no longer an alien idea. Feeling ko talaga babangga na ako!!! Then I stepped on the brakes again, this time more forcefully.
Thank God I slowed down, and I was still a few feet from the car in front of me. I heaved a sigh of relief, yet I was trembling while I continued driving. I realized that because of the heels, I had trouble braking earlier. Hay heels! 👠
On the first days I was driving, I would always tell Raviv to shut up. That’s because when I was parking or backing, he would ask me math questions. Yes, math questions!!! Like, “Nay, what is 38 plus 57?” Then he would get angry if I answer incorrectly. #MyGahdIHateDrugs
But after a while, I was already able to have chitchats with him. When I realized I was already chatting him up, I asked him, “Raviv, do you think Nanay is already a good driver?” He replied, “If you can drive all of our other cars.”
Walastik na bata ito!
He had a point, though. I should be able to drive at least another of our vehicles. Like one time that Nicki was in the talyer, I had to relinquish my driver duties. Moreover, Randy doesn’t want me to drive Nicki in going to far places. Nicki is too small that if ever we get into an accident, wala raw kami ng kalaban-laban.
So I decided to learn how to drive Troy.
You know, Troy Montero. Hukhukhuk! Why Troy? Because just like Nicki, Troy also belongs to the Mitsubishi family. And our Troy is also automatic just like our Nicki. So taking on Troy would be a cinch, right?
Jusquopo, ang hirap! Troy is so big compared to Nicki!!! When I was driving Troy, feeling ko babangga ako sa lahat o malalaglag ako sa kanal. It’s like I’m starting how to learn how to drive again.
Check out the size difference between Troy & Nicki:
Ito na talaga:
Hay. For those who have transitioned from driving something like Nicki to something significantly bigger like Troy, any tips? Walang kwenta mga advise ni Randy and Dodong eh, puro, “Sanayan lang yan” and “Parang ganun din naman lang” ang sagot sa akin. 😩😡😖
PS: Did you know that once upon a time, Troy Montero and Nikki Valdez were once bf-gf?!?! Yup, that’s why I couldn’t resist the collage.