Orange Car
I was 16 when I learned how to drive a car, it's a stick. A manual stick. It was my dad's race car. I remember it was an old Celica in light blue. The sound of the engine excites me and the way it speeds thru Edsa was a delight to recall. few years later we lost the car and then I lost Dad. I lost my father when I was about to turn 21 or 22. Enlarged heart and other complication was the reason he's no longer with us. I still kept driving even when we lost the car. Friends would ask me to drive for them. I had a friend that I had to drive from QC to Isabela province. Let me tell you one thing though.. I don't have a Driver's License. You heard me! For all those years that I have been driving around Quezon city and Manila, not once I had a license with me. I never applied for one. Mainly because before I can get away with it. All I had to do is to call my dad if I got stopped due to traffic violation. It was easy before. And now that I'm at the point of my life