No I’m not white and no my car isn’t that flashy. In fact, I drive a 2002 silver Honda Civic, and I drive fast. I like the feeling that my over-decade-old car can speed past much flashier more modern cars on the highway. My mum keeps reminding me that this is no PS 2 car race game I’m playing; only she remembers it as PQ 5. She’s right though, I played need for speed so long that by the time I could afford a car I really needed that speed. Last Thursday whilst driving through Legon, I had more speed than I needed.
For weeks I drove on that smooth stretch of road behind the ‘Pent’ Hostels at 60MPH and always relished the speed. I don’t know why they decided to (I lie) suddenly build speed ramps at different points on the road. The shocker is how they saw the genius in not mounting any reflectors or signs to warn that there were ramps ahead. It’s like the contractor decided that the ramps could speak for themselves; in whispers to slow boring drivers and in screams to us the PQ 5 guys. Nonsense!
So last Thursday I was cruising at my usual 60 MPH when I noticed a much flashier car ahead moving much slower. My heart started pounding loudly. A flashy car! A flashy car! Something to overtake! So at 60 MPH, I noticed the ramp when I was a meter from it. I hit the brakes harder than Suarez bit the Italian dude, but it was too late. The impact of the sudden ‘rampage’ threw my bonnet open and crashed it into the roof, blocking my view completely. I slowed to an abrupt stop inches from the side gutter.
The wise guy in the flashy car was getting closer. The one thing I hate more than an attention-grabbing mishap is that moping insincere sympathy it attracts. So at Usain-speed I just got out, slammed the mangled bonnet onto the hood and got back in the car before flashy guy felt any need to come and ask if I was happy with life. The miracle is the windscreen didn’t even crack; that would have been terrible. The night continued with no other incident.
The next day though, I noticed that my car was overheating. I went straight to the mechanic’s. He explained that the pump under the engine that pulls water for the engine to cool was cracked. Taking it out would be major work because of all the other things that must be removed to get to it. His quick fix measure was to apply a sealant and recommend that I always have my air-conditioning on. That didn’t make sense to me, but he explained that putting on the AC meant putting on the fans which could override the downside of a faulty puller. Bottom-line: Always have your AC on till you get a new puller, or risk overheating.
This morning was a very cool one. I would have genuinely preferred to be driving with my windows down, but I couldn’t because my AC had to be on. That’s when I noticed God’s bread crumbs on the whole speed-ramp-AC saga.
Your life is just like my Honda Civic and you’ve got to live like you have a faulty puller. You see, God wants to be constantly turned on in your life. If he has to bring some minor speed ramp your way to make sure you don’t have an option but him, he’ll do it. If you’re not building a more solid relationship it’s just a matter of time before you ‘overheat’.
It doesn’t matter how cool the world and all it’s pleasures look, you shouldn’t roll down your principles. Your God-conditioner must always be on. Everything is expendable when it comes to you realizing this. So the more stubborn you are the more the cracks that pop up at different parts of your life until the mechanic of common sense successfully convinces you of the need to keep your God-conditioner on always.
Really interesting connection isn’t it? I’m open to good car deals now by the way. I’m looking to upgrade from PQ 5 to 9. 🙂
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