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I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was 10 years ago, right down to the week, that I was standing in line, waiting to get my first ever driver’s license. I had all the forms filled up, the questionnaire sorted out and the fees paid, and later that day I walked out of there a duly licensed driver. A freer man, so to speak, though a freer pimply 17-year old is more like it. (more…)
Let me tell you a story.
A week after Typhoon Ketsana (Ondoy), my Dad asked, “Son, why don’t you buy a newer, better car?”
At that point, my car was downstairs, a casualty of the heaviest floods our city has seen, and I was looking to replace her heart… the engine. Transplanting a new motor is a massive undertaking, not to mention an expensive one, and this particular instance is going to rack up a price tag that would cost well over half the residual value of my car. From a logical point of view, it doesn’t make sense to spend that much, especially since I could have just sold her as-is, add the money for the new engine and get a newer, better car…. like my dad said. (more…)