A tinge of sadness

My baby Proton broke down.... in the most undesirable place.... in between the custom, along the causeway...


Notice the professionally looking cones? They were supplied by the patrolling police officers. Nice young gentlemen.

This is Ad, dunno what he was doing with his hp. Either trying to make a call or trying to play games to waste away the expected long wait for the tow-truck....


Then he decides to turn around and look at other traffic instead....


He spotted the tow-truck in the oppsing traffic and was certain that he was for us! We jumped up and down in Joy and Excitement and Relief, that the wait is OVER.

And we also wondered if we looked too happy for someone whose car broke down in the middle of the causeway....

As the tow-truck driver, Nathan, was fastening Proton to his truck and securing Proton this his truck, I felt so sorry for my Proton at the moment when Proton was lifted up onto the truck. There was such a strong tinge of sadness. I almost teared. It was as if Proton was decomissioned or something. Proton has gone through so much and yet remained strong and trustworthy, a great driving buddy. I felt so sorry that he has to go through more repairs and checkups. I'm sure he feels terrible about them too!


dun worry Proton, you are in good hands!