Anatomy Of A Stupid.

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Wow, I doubt there’s anyone reading this anymore since it’s been quite a long while since I’ve posted anything. But nevermind, today I experienced something too special not to blog, ergo I shall blog about it.

I was the local Shell filling up on petrol when I noticed that my Gen2’s  fuel consumption is hiking to a critical point, a critical 10 liters per 100 kilometers to be exact. For those of you who don’t know, this calculates to about RM2.30 per 10 kilometers, and RM0.23 per kilometer. For a 1600cc local made car, this is as bad as a goat hunt gone wrong because my dad’s 2000cc German consumes only RM0.18 per kilometer, and that’s also on the high side mind you!

So it hit me, maybe I was driving a *bit* too fast, and maybe I should keep the volume down when in housing areas. Well after I left the station it was still raining so I didn’t have the mood to go home and open the gate in the wet so me and Jimmy went to get some grub at the mall, after which I went back home for around 4 minutes and went back out to head for Glenmarie to meet Ronny to pick something up from him.

On the way to Glenmarie a turbo Kancil bothered me, I always tend to get very heavy footed when things like this happen but this time I used my spare box of chi to calm myself down and just remain driving at less than 70km/h on the big road. As I was approaching Makro, still at a very slow speed, the roads were wet but it had stopped raining, and it was clear of cars on my side of the road. There was an 80 degree right hander coming up in about 300 meters.

Look left, look right, look back. Something doesn’t seem right, but something did at the same time. I was approaching the turn and my left hand slowly creeped to the gear knob and I engaged in second gear, the tacho was reading a low 3000rpm, my redline is 6000rpm. Then my hand continued creeping to the handbrake handle, now my hand had a mind of it’s own, and the next thing I knew I feinted (swerve left for a prompt moment and swerve into the right turn) the car and yanked on the handbrake.

This sounds a bit lala and fake la, but if you were there you’d know what I mean, it all happened slowly but very scarily. The rear end of the car started screeching, I could hear it, I thought I was still in control until 2 seconds later when I noticed the rear wouldn’t stop swaying out. My left hand still on the e-brake handle, right hand on the steering wheel. As the idea of spinning the car and possibly running into the divider came into my mind, the steering wheel started rotating to the left automatically, initiating a counter steer.

Whaddya know, I was drifting my Gen2.

The car recovered safely after sliding for about 5 seconds, fully through the corner and, the feeling that cannot be put in words was when I had to steer my car by looking through the left portion of the windscreen and I got a sugarless sugar shock shortly after, spent the whole night telling Jimmy and Adrian about it, aside from completing the Restaurant Theory assignment, hahah! Man, drifting really is for me, someday I’ll be out there on track for sure!

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