Driving Mr Paul

I think congratulations is in order for Charming Calvin since today he achieved a feat I actually never thought possible. For months his compact little MyVi has been branded an interior decor object lying dormant collecting cobwebs and dust in the garage. Citing a patent inability to memorize familiar routes, an inexplicable phobia for maps and a lifelong allergy to long-distance driving, the man has managed to get out of the driving chores for as long as he's had his car.

Which is not much of a problem since I actually enjoy taking the occasional slow evening drive. So it's usually me at the wheel during one of our near daily forays into shopping suburbia.

But I knew this particular situation couldn't go on forever since what if I was somehow incapacitated, dying of an incurable disease and needed help desperately? Certainly couldn't depend on a guy who couldn't find his way to save my life, right? Or what if I was handling the wheel during one of my frequent post-calls and found myself nodding off on the road?

Disastrous!


Man on a mission!
Well this morning after much passive-aggressive threats, tears and persuasion ( and quantities of dim sum ) I finally managed to convince Calvin to give driving that decent college try. And my boy equipped with hastily drawn map - courtesy of Strapping Shane - detailing the various routes, a spanking brand-new Touch N Go card, his handy cellphone and that trusty mineral water bottle started out on his totally excellent adventure. Not sure what exciting experiences and multifanged monsters our intrepid hero encountered along the highway but I'm sure he has it all wonderfully detailed in his blog ( if he ever updates that is! ).

Important thing is that he succeeded in his mission. And we had lunch. Honestly, couldn't be prouder if he'd tracked his way down the Nile to discover a hidden Lake Victoria.