hat's how you may describe my father's love for cars. He loved cars no matter what, even when the car was so old that it didn't deliver its function anymore. Even wh

my father just acquired revved up, then "Rrrr ... rrrr", it

The difference to his father was, to him, cars should be loved for their functions and the comfort they brought about. Used cars, of whatever make, that required extra maintenanc

ot as convenient as in any other developed country. Secondly, the cars he acquired were brand new, and every time something wrong happened to the car, or if the car required maintenance, all he had to do

aterial things and their function. My father was a hobbyist, so nothing wrong with that. But then there was a third view, subscribed only by my other brother, Dungi. To hi

bout the car's design. They care about the makers. Because th

ned. You just started your first week on your first job. Driving around in Dad's BMW doesn't communicate success, it communicates that you a

but the reversed sequence doesn't work, Dungi. You shall not lead your friends to believe that you are ea

revailed. Dungi was always willing to listen to his parents and big brother

is time Mom. Let me b

won't you drive the other car? It'll bring you there," my mother woul

be used to show off in a hang-out with buddies. Funnily however, Dallo would have no qualms driving around in that car, although at that time he alread

Friday." Dungi

wrong things to keep up appearances and prevent your truths from being revealed." That was the continual preach my Br

place of

came to food, she never spent more than she could afford on branded things or jewelry. My father? He would not spend. Period. Not even on his hobby, cars. Only when the cars were desperately cheap would he

my father was posted to Australia as a government emplo

need related to that went uncontested. A stark contrast to anything else involved taking money out of a wallet for my father. Later on, they would continue funding Dungi's Aus

ft their social status. They were both authentic people, they didn't have the stamina to be pretentious, they enjoyed too

parents mad