Today, I drove my mother, sisters, niece, nephew and boyfriend to Nuvali and I experienced a number of firsts, namely:
- navigating our narrow and tricycle-laden streets (drove up the curb as I was turning down a blind corner, too)
- highway driving (maximum speed ever at 80kph) and
- almost hitting a post (A POST!)
Yup, I subjected my loved ones to a near miss/death situation. My tarantaciousness and kabig reflex were to blame. I freaked out when I thought the approaching bus to my left was too close and since it’s going so fast, I veered to the right, trying to avoid it. I was still glued to my left side view mirror and was cruising at around 40-60kph when I heard Moche’s strangled voice telling me that we’d be hitting a post. It was the only time that I snapped out of my trance and immediately steered back to the left and got us back on track.
I think Moche almost had a heart attack. His killers definitely broke out in sweat.
My sister said it was like she swallowed her tongue so she didn’t get to scream or yell. She just felt herself letting go of the breath she didn’t realize she was holding when I was already back at my lane.
My mother said she was texting and when she looked up, she briefly saw the post then I was already turning back to our lane.
The thing was, I found the whole thing funny. I was trying to contain my laughter because I knew Moche was ready to kill me for what I did. Everyone was telling me that there was plenty of space on my left side so I shouldn’t have worried (and almost got the car totalled).
I was just relieved that we didn’t hit any oncoming car. But Moche later on told me that a Ford drove up to us, rolled down its window and glared at us. It’s a good thing I didn’t see that.
Another new experience was driving up the toll booth. I was so much in the center that I had to take off my seatbelt and lean out of the window just to reach the card. Then, I couldn’t get the seatbelt back on and Moche had to do it for me. I was taking so long and I think the whole thing took five whole minutes. I still found that really amusing.
Then we arrived at Nuvali where I let Moche take the burden of parking off my hands. Then we went on to chill. Moche started reviewing our near miss and I begged him to stop because I just wanted to relax for a bit while I still found the event funny. It was a half hour later that I started getting flashbacks of how I almost rammed our vehicle into a post that was minding its own business. Stressful. My sister would later console me by telling me that it was a good thing that I kept on driving because she knew someone who got off the car and refused to go on. That didn’t even occur to me.
At Nuvali, we visited various stores that were on sale, drank some milk tea, looked at the koi and took lots of photos. Then we had dinner at Kanin Get It which smelled really funky. Hehe.
Then it was time to go and we had agreed earlier that Moche would be the one to drive back. I couldn’t have been any happier, sitting at the passenger seat, spacing out and going online. My sister tried driving for a bit but panicked when we got to the highway so she switched back with Moche. It was (thankfully) an uneventful ride, then it was home sweet home.
I am so, so, so very grateful that we all got home safely. And even more so, I am so grateful that Moche can drive a hundred times better than I do.
Conclusion: More practice.