Adieu to Rolla?

For those who are close to me, they will certainly knows who I am talking about. For those who don’t, well, Rolla is my car. A battered down (at least from the outside . . . and uh, also from the inside) 1991 Toyota Corolla formerly belonged to my grandmother (yes, I’m driving my grandma’s car. Now shut it!). The only way you’ll know that it’s a deep metallic blue painted is by reading the registration paper. Otherwise, you’ll say that it’s black, grey, or as seriously described by a friend of mine, the color of “Bandeng Asap” (smoked milkfish, an Indonesian delicacy).

Despite it’s visually challenged looks and old age, Rolla still runs very well (Yes Aldi, I hear you. Now hush and let me finish). As I was saying, Rolla still runs very well thanks to countless trips to the shops and countless visits from the her ‘doctor’. Compared to her younger sister, my mom’s car,  a 1994 Mitsubishi Lancer GLXi, her engine, clutches, suspension and overall driving comfort still feels a whole lot better. Don’t ask about the speed and acceleration comparison though. I can still taste the dusts on my lips.

I love this car. I may not shown it much but I do. It’s practically my personal mobile time capsule, having witnessed a lot of things in my life. If you’re a CSI expert, you might uncovers a secret or two, among other (probably living) things, inside Rolla.

But now, alas, the price of fuel has gone up again. *Cry of anguish*

As I dug deeper into the darkest crevices of my wallet to pay for fuel, I began to have evil thoughts. A ghostly form resembling a glimmering, brand new scooter hung before my sleepless eyes. This weary brain often stole moments of deep calculation. Numbers are fighting againts numbers. Dark forbidding questions rose one after another. “How much can I save by riding motorcycles instead?” How much will it take to buy one?” If I sell Ro . . . it (I’m careful not to name names here), would I get enough and more?” These question haunts my dreamless slumber. Oh the agony of confusion and stinginess.

I know, most probably I won’t ever sell Rolla. But the fact that I’m thinking about it goes to show how big the problem I’m facing right now. The way I see it, if I want to rode with Rolla still, I have to cut my other spending significantly. Either that or I find another means of income *my spider-sense warns me of someone preparing to kick my ass*

Oh well. Guess before I make any decision, I’d better bring Rolla to the car wash first. Such a demanding partner she is.

Tags: Broke, Car, Corolla, Fuel