My new rides, a CJ7 jeep Laredo '81 of US and Suzuki Jimny '83 by Japan factory. Everybody said these cars are old, almost the same age as me. But what can i say, perhaps that old things would work on my way of life.
These two cars has draw almost all my attention and energy, of course after the work part (Prioritizing is important).
The jeep is always with me especially during the rainy, this muscle has big feet, 32 inches of tires and big power with 4.200 CC. And the Japan one? this big white dude is with me on the muddy road. I'm having my new hobby, OFF ROAD.
I have almost use all my day time with lots and lots of activities, works, dogs, cars and coffee break with some friends (this session is needed to keep me sane).
During the dark, still with some works, tv or search for any information about cars, big wheel drive or off road cars, anything that makes me on going, digging this new hobby, learning by stories from people that i've never met or even heard their name just because they told story about wild experience, incredible and unforgetable moment in driving 4 wheel drive.
The excitement replaced from one form to another. Meet new bunch of people, older people, different character and background with the same hobby, step on the gas on the muddy road. But for some reason, that face slapping moment at a mall during lunch still remain on the corner of the deepest mind, a strange situation when it supposed to be one of the flash that has to be disappeared. That shaking hand, and confuse of a reflect did, it was the moment of truth, this hobby could not bring it down to most lower level of what supposed to be an instant memory.
Mortal with immortality desire but never survive to the age that most people expected. Or even no age is good for any man.
This white Jimny was standing in front of somebody's house for 3 years without using its wheels to run, just standing like waiting for someone.
The night when I took this whitey, this car was like smiling, for almost 3 years no body ever tried to drive it. Cost me like a lot to make this whitey to run again, but it smile at me. Took me like heart drumbling eveytime i start the engine with thoughts "is this car still has it?"
Perhaps it sounds like diversion, probably right, i don't know. There are lot things happen after that day, and these days i've been live my life like running from one point to another.
Too much givin up....
I saw the road, never as the same as the previous 10.000 kilo meters.
So I slowly built this whitey dude, slowly because its defenitely need lots of money and that money is coming much slower than I expected.
Made lot and lots of promises, never had a chance to fulfill them.
And one day I shall ask for everybody's forgiveness, and I will, oh yes I will.
