The 'all-new' MPV
Tired of the old MPV (Messy Production Vehicle)? Too filthy? Back seat too squeezy? Ill from the weird smells of decaying wet ponchos and mud from all corners of Singapore caked into every crevice? Too annoying to always have to use advanced logistics skills to pack all our gear into the miniscule boot?
Ever since the project started, I've been under serious pressure from the crew to junk the old car, Get a Van Already!!
But she's a good girl, the old MPV. And manages to get us there and back in more or less good condition, certainly in good time.
However, she has been suffering serious gear box problems for some months now.
Taking advantage of the breather in-between low tides, I sent her to the Car Doctor, who pronounced her Critically Ill. Shortly, I get an emergency phonecall. Ala organ transplant..."We've got a possible matching recon gear-box. Send her in NOW before we lose the deal."
After 3 days of intensive care hospitalisation (during which I got very well acquainted with our excellent taxi service), she's BACK!!
She's squeaky clean. Outside AND Inside. Not a speck of sand or mud. All those lovely green slogans the crew have been writing in the dusty back windows....GONE! She even smells like a new car.
And the little oopsie we had with the sidewalk has been nicely repaired with manly bolts so she looks like some cyber warrior that survived Bad Driving. Makes me want to ding the other side to make it even ...
New gear box, new clutch, new brakes, new windshield wipers. Now she can go zero-to-hundred-in-six again ... not that I know for sure, of course, being the law-abiding driver that I am.
While nothing has changed for the rest of the crew (too bad), it sure is an all new MPV to me! I'm soo very very happy!
(M to stand for Manly for now. In a week, it will just be Messy as usual...with enough sand and mud tracked into her carpeting to start a new beach)
Ever since the project started, I've been under serious pressure from the crew to junk the old car, Get a Van Already!!
But she's a good girl, the old MPV. And manages to get us there and back in more or less good condition, certainly in good time.
However, she has been suffering serious gear box problems for some months now.
Taking advantage of the breather in-between low tides, I sent her to the Car Doctor, who pronounced her Critically Ill. Shortly, I get an emergency phonecall. Ala organ transplant..."We've got a possible matching recon gear-box. Send her in NOW before we lose the deal."
After 3 days of intensive care hospitalisation (during which I got very well acquainted with our excellent taxi service), she's BACK!!
She's squeaky clean. Outside AND Inside. Not a speck of sand or mud. All those lovely green slogans the crew have been writing in the dusty back windows....GONE! She even smells like a new car.
And the little oopsie we had with the sidewalk has been nicely repaired with manly bolts so she looks like some cyber warrior that survived Bad Driving. Makes me want to ding the other side to make it even ...
New gear box, new clutch, new brakes, new windshield wipers. Now she can go zero-to-hundred-in-six again ... not that I know for sure, of course, being the law-abiding driver that I am.
While nothing has changed for the rest of the crew (too bad), it sure is an all new MPV to me! I'm soo very very happy!
(M to stand for Manly for now. In a week, it will just be Messy as usual...with enough sand and mud tracked into her carpeting to start a new beach)
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