the green buggy

My bestfriend Chip recently is into the pay-per-click business. He has a lot of blogs that has a lot of ads. And the design of his blogs are a mess. While going through his blogs, I found out that he bought a new beetle… well not new, actually pre-loved, with lots of ravage. It was an old piece of junk  a year older than me that was slowly decaying with rust. Chip loves beetles. I kinda wanted to have one too. But I decided to get a pre-loved 97 nissan, that I love because it is fast and furiously nice to drive. Thailand is country with lots of highways, I can go beyond 120 kph with my nissan.

Going back to Chip, one of the photos he posted along with his newly acquired beetle, was a photo of the “Green Buggy.” It was Chip’s old beetle that he drove back in Tacloban. I remember when we were in high school, I used to creep out of the old big house at night and Chip would arrive in front of our gates and we would go for a ride from midnight to the wee hours of the early morning. Funny thing was, Chip and I didn’t know how to work the green buggy’s gears, we had a hard time putting the car in reverse. So the only thing we could do is to drive as far as Tolosa where we could make an easy U-turn in front of lonely rice mill. If we were stuck in a dead end, Chip would as me to push the damn thing so we could go around. It was crazy fun. With a lot of those escapades going almost every other night, I was finally caught when my mom discovered I wasn’t in my room one night. As I returned that night, I saw she posted a note on my bedroom door telling me how bad a son I was for giving her a worried headache. The next day when I asked my hungovered dad for an allowance, he punched me in the gut for my misbehaviour. But that didn’t stop me from doing those silly escapades with Chip and his Green Buggy at night.

Now I see Chip in a photo with his new beetle, he had it fixed and repainted and it looks snazzy cool. But it’s not green as the legendary Green Buggy. When I get back to the PI, will we have a round of those silly driving escapades in Manila? Maybe. I terribly miss his company. I just hope he won’t ask me to get off and push it. He should learn how to work the reverse gear on that by now.