Zooooooom.....

One of the first tricks I learnt when driving was how to get a lot of tyre squeal from a standing start - simply put it involves clutching, slotting the car into first, pressing the accelerator all the way down and then dropping the clutch. Do it well, your car takes off from the line in a haze of burnt rubber. Do it badly, or if you get a car with a really bad clutch/gearbox combo, you stall! Of course, if you do it well, you just rev through the gear, trying to push the car all the way. Which isn't very far in a 800cc Alto. But, this weekend Double Daddy got himself the new Honda Civic for a tester. Sure, it was a automatic and I couldn't do the usual stunt, but one of the pleasures of Delhi are the roads - and thus the speeds you can hit. The new Civic is the first car built for the generation that has grown up on the PS and PS2 - Damn, I loved the digital speedo, and not just that, the car is absolutely wonderful by Indian standards.
Anyway, raving about the new Civic wasn't the point of this post.
There are times in your life when life drops the clutch and races through the gears and you're holding on to the steering wheel for dear life hoping that a blind turn doesn't come up on you too quickly and you lose control and crash. Thats what life feel like for me right now - professionally, personally and socially. Life unlike a car, doesn't have seatbelts, airbags or ABS so if you wipe out, you wipe out. I know a automotive anlogy is a slightly weird one, but I've been writing about cars for some time, so you'll have to excuse that. But, maybe this does feel a tad too Metaphysical.
Dump that!
Now I gotta get back to the race, and god I wish I'm like Fernando Alonso holding on!