Thursday, April 03, 2008

Pimp my ride, beyotch!!!



So... Here's how it all went down.
On Tuesday night, I headed off to our weekly church home group meeting with Best Boy (*giggle*) and a family from the DRC that are in our group and that we give a lift to every week. We decided to use my car, seeing as there's more room for the guys in the back, and I was parked closest to the gate. Cool! First Best Boy and I stop to pick up the Danzala's (I think that's how you spell it) in a busy Berea street. We wait patiently for the guys to come out - they've only just come back from work and need to freshen up - only to be yelled at by some irate taxi driver who thinks I'm deliberately blocking the street for no good reason. Clearly, that's how I get my kicks, right? Sigh. Well! We eventually head off to home group not even 10kms away, everyone gets out the car so that I can park in the narrow little Morningside street, and I proceed to do my thing... Only to brush the curb / a stone / a nail somewhere and totally puncture my front left tyre. Double sigh. Much to my embarrassment and mortification, the entire home group meeting had to be scrapped so that the exhausted men could change the tyre by the light of the moon while the ladies sat inside sipping on coffee and talking about babies. Big giant sigh. (At this point I must stop to thank Best Boy, our home group leader and our mate from the DRC for not only changing the tyre, but machine-polishing out the nasty scratches I've managed to accumulate over the past month or so... See? There ARE a few good men left in this world!!!)
So the next morning, gym took the day off so that I could race to Tiger Wheel & Tyre to get the puncture fixed. Of course, my dad gave me a full briefing before I left...
1. Don't pay more than ±R25 to R50 for a repair.
2. If they can't repair it, get them to find a second hand tyre for you.
3. Don't pay more than R200 for the second hand tyre.
4. Make sure that they match the tyre to the others already on the car or else the alignment and balancing will go wonky. (NB: "Wonky" is a highly technical mechanical engineering term that will take me AGES to explain, so just trust me that "wonky" = "very bad"!)
5. WAIT THERE while they repair/replace the tyre. It's DANGEROUS driving around on the narrow little spare tyre (or Marie Biscuit) that comes with the car.
Sheesh.
To cut a long story short... I got there only to discover that my car's two front tyres were in dangerous condition and urgently needed to be replaced. They couldn't just fix the punctured one anyway. (Cha-ching!) What was supposed to cost no more than R200 is now looking more like R1200. I think, fine! Tyres are a grudge purchase. I'm not gonna love forking out the dosh, but I need them so whatever! I have 2 new tyres fitted... But... While I'm paying at the cashier, I notice the really nice mags displayed on the wall and casually ask what they go for...
Carmen: ... you know ... I've been wanting to get rid of the crappy hub caps on my car for ages... these mags look cool, hey? but I'm sure they're expensive, right?
(Carmen silently prays: Please God, let them be so ridiculously expensive that I don't buy them? PLEASE??!!)
Tyre Man: Well... As luck would have it, we had a special on this weekend, and these particular mags (he points to a lovely set on the wall) were going for ±30% OFF... it's a really good deal... the special is over but I'm sure I can get them to give them to you for the special price... yes?
(Cha-ching! Cha-ching!!!!)
Carmen: ... erm... eish... I'll take them!!!!
And that's the story of how my car got some new stilettos.
I love them! The car even feels faster and smoother, even though I know it's all in my head!

4 comments:

noodle said...

shit. those are HOT!

Carmen Gabriel said...

hey thanks man!!!
they were a bargain at R2200 as opposed to R3500 (their normal price). I'm stoked!

Willem Smit said...

nice nunu...your a spoiled girl..with all these guys sorting out your tyres!!

Gail Streak said...

Enjoy!! Car Toys Rock!