Household Rivalry

Every now and then after knock off hour for me, I would sometimes bump into my beloved girlfriend at the intersection heading towards the motorway, just outside Industrial. Some would say it is inevitable as I work in the Industrial area while she works further in the Business district and both our commute go through the motorway. However, if you remember, she drives my old Mitsubishi Ralliart Colt a.k.a. The Turd while I on the other hand daily a converted Subaru WRX. No surprises on what happens everytime we enter the motorway. With a relentless 2 gear pull in the WRX, she just becomes a speck in the rear view mirror and from time to time we would reach home, with me smirking with a lighted cigarette and her huffing, puffing and giving me the finger occasionally signalling that there will not be any happy ending for the night. However, all the smugness on my part are about to turn premature.

Recently, The Turd has been rather inefficient as it shows clear indication that it was all tired due to high mileage. The girlfriend been telling me that the revs just take forever and changing gears were beginning to be a nuisance as the gear lever resists her movement. She then suggested to trade in The Turd for another car. Trouble was, daily driving a subie and building a project S15 isn't what you call cheap but I can't give this excuse as she would probably flip a table and ramble on priorities over the S15. Besides, she has yet to learn the bill that the S15 landed.

Rather cunningly, I replied to her that The Turd was of her asset when I passed it over to her and she could do whatever she wants to it. I remembered that at the corner of my eye, I saw her face sparkled as the statement came out of my mouth.

"You mean I can trade it in on my own?!" she asks gleefully. I nodded with a hint of confusion. She skipped off into the garage and sat about there until I retired to bed.

It was a saturday afternoon and I was just going about the house doing chores as the girlfriend goes out for groceries as we do every saturday. Today was different though. The girlfriend came bolting through the front door, screaming my name and telling me that she has a surprise for me. And there it sat on the driveway.



A 1997 RX-7. This wasn't a surprise. It's just plain horror this. I asked my girlfriend what is going on and as I fearfully predicted, she now owns an FD.



The whole car looks remarkably clean all around apart from paint chips on the front bumper. A quick look around shows that it was sitting on RX-8 R3 rims wrapped in Michelin PS3s, series 8 RX-7 Spirit R brakes and RE Amemiya exhaust.



The same goes for the interior. No wires or vacuum lines with aftermarket gauges strung about and the seats seems to be reupholstered. It was almost hard to fathom that she managed to bag a nearly perfect FD.



A quick look under the bonnet diminishes my doubt of her purchase. This car was well taken care off. I was in such shock that I believe that I did come a bit strong on my girl asking about the price and lecturing the woes of owning a rotary.

"You know I have savings right? Besides, I think Rexy is rather pretty." Not even a day in and the FD has already got a name. She then goes on to explain that she has been paid well and the Turd did cover a hefty sum of the FD.

"From now on, I'm the one who's gonna leave you behind when we are on our way back from work. Who knows, I might just reach home a lot earlier than you do in the future." Yes, it is cheeky. However, it's hard to ignore that she already has plans for her newly acquired car. Even as it is, I doubt the WRX could match with the FD.