Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts

2 August 2019

Hafiz Adewuyi

Lagos-based Toyota Corrola salon car goes into retirement

Recently, I read a blog post that I wrote in 2013. For me, apart from being a nostalgic and entertaining read, it made me remember the days when my writing was not all serious and targeted. I used to write just because I got a creative impulse and I thought it'd be interesting to put that to use. I was writing for myself and in a sense, the writing was an end in and of itself.

Along the line though, perhaps triggered by the success of some people around me in commercializing blogs, my attention gradually shifted to stuff like page visits and page rank. I became particularly interested in the potential reach of my writings, more than my enjoyment of writing as a hobby. Ever since then, most article ideas that flow through my head get discarded because "this doesn't help anyone else" or "no one is going to be interested in this".

With that mindset, my writing became less and less frequent, because of the sheer stress involved in the filtering process. Most times, by the time I'm done thinking about how to present an idea in the way most beneficial to the supposedly reading public, I've already lost the zeal to write it.

This evening, while I was doing a few dishes, my eyes picked up the sheen of my car under the dim compound lighting through the kitchen window. Seeing the car shine gave me joy in that I can lay total claim to such a beautiful object. I think the reason that I actually took notice was that it had actually been a while since I'd seen the car shine that way. Yes, until this past weekend, the car had not gotten a wash for at least, one month 😳😳😳.

In the few seconds that followed that moment, a few thoughts followed. How happy I was when I first lay my eyes on that car 3 years ago. I also considered how little use the thing now gets used since I moved within 4 miles of my workplace in June. And of course, at that moment, the idea for this article was born. And to my surprise, my helpful article filter allowed it to pass. Surely, the filtration process has relaxed since I read that 2013 article.

I'm excited about this development because it just might mean that I'll be able to achieve better consistency in my writing. I don't know if I've ever said it publicly but I feel a burning desire to blog consistently. To make it clear, this desire does not exist to fulfil an end which consistently blogging is bound to lead me to. No. Blogging, which in the style that I do, generally means documenting my own experiences in a way that is freely and widely accessible to other people is in itself, an end for me.

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My Green Toyota Corolla in a fine Lekki house
My car went into retirement in the last week of June 2019. This coincides with my relocating to a house which is 4 kilometres closer to my workplace than my previous place. The location of the new house means that I can get a Keke directly from the front of my house to the front of my workplace for 200 Naira (55 cents). On realizing this, I think it would have been silly for me on many levels to still keep driving my car to work on the regular.

Level 1: Transportation cost

My Toyota Corolla car is fuel economical. Hence, between my old place and my workplace, I used to spend between 500 and 600 Naira on petrol per day, which when you add the benefit of comfort of privacy you get in a car versus a Keke, it can't really be said to be expensive. That is until you remember that every day, yours sincerely had to shell out 360 Naira every day to pass through the Lekki Admiralty toll plaza. That takes my former daily transportation costs up to 900 Naira; more than twice what it now costs me for my daily work commute.

Level 2: Car maintenance

Beyond the running costings for using a car being more on a day-to-day basis, there's also the fact that the more use a car gets, the more frequently it has to be maintained. These days, I drive my car only on Saturdays and Sundays, mostly within my neighbourhood. In numbers, this means that my car now gets 71% more rest than it used to in the days when I drove it to work every day. Now, if that's not retirement, please tell me what is.

In terms of cost, using my car less than one-third the time that I used to means that instead of servicing it three or four times a year, I can now do that just once or if I'm being generous (or paranoid) twice a year. Similarly, the unexpected faults that tend to rear their heads every once in a while, leading to unanticipated spending are less likely to occur due to reduce wear and tear on the car.

Finally, if I was driving to work every day from my current house, I would be driving the car through some not-so-level roads. Every single day! That would take away a few more points from my well-maintained car scorecard.

Level 3: Commuting time

Beyond being a car spoiler, the poor state of the roads in the Lekki-VI alternative route (they're actually not that bad but I hate to drive on anything other than a paved road) between home and work means that a car can't be driven any much faster than a Keke can. The roads are quite bumpy, right from around Newmarket (Akiogun) road in Lekki until you get to Ligali Ayorinde street in VI.

Of course, the commuting time takes a leap at rush hour times. Again, at such times, I'd rather not be stuck in my car wasting away in traffic that I could breeze through using a Keke or Okada. When I used to drive to work every day, I regularly had to wait at the office till at least, 8 PM for rush-hour traffic to ease out enough to be tolerable for me.

However, since I started taking Keke to work with my car parked at home, I've been regularly leaving my work for home between 5 and 6 pm. In the worst traffic situations on my route, Kekes still manage to get through much faster than any car can. Also, if it's a total standstill, I'm free to walk or bike my way out of such before joining a Keke that has gone past the traffic.

Having said all that, I hereby wish my car a happy retirement.

PS

I think this article is lame. But what's wrong with being lame? Whenever I'm hesitant to do something because I might be seen as lame, I like to encourage myself by reminding myself that lameness is actually a positive trait in that it gives other people a reason to laugh. Hence, in as much as I manage to take the mockery light-heartedly, my lameness actually has a net positive effect in the world, so long as it does not involve directly causing damage to someone or something.
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25 June 2018

Hafiz Adewuyi

One week without a car in Lagos

Is like a year without rain - channelling "A year without rain - Selena Gomez"

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My car has been at the panel beater's workshop for the past 6 days. It's due to be back with me on Tuesday (two days to go). That said, I thought I'd talk about my experience in the past week where I've been forced to go through life in a state that's comparable to missing a limb.

Uber splurge

As soon as I got home from the panel beater's workshop on Monday evening, I transferred 15000 Naira from my annual car maintenance budget to my current account. Narration: "Uber allowance". Without that, my lean-cut monthly budget could not have survived the blow from me taking an Uber to-and-fro work every day for a week.

Fortunately, Uber has been giving me 50% discount on up to 5-rides per week for the past two months (or longer). And this week was no exception. I had already used one of the 5 discounts on the journey back home from the workshop on Monday. The remain 4-trip discount definitely was not going to get me very far, what with two rides a day for a 5-day week (if you don't know maths like my friend, Ifeanyi, that's 2 *5 = 10). So I decided to address this limitation.

Before midweek, I had gotten my sister and a colleague (Lanre) to apply the same LAG-GOAL 50% discount to their own Uber accounts. It turns out I got to benefit from their each of their discounts only once though. The logistics of synchronizing information when someone else requests an Uber on your behalf can be quite tedious. Yes, I can be quite a pain in the ass but I also have my limits.

On the Uber experience itself, I'd rate it positively. Both my house and workplace areas are Uber hot-zones, so in most cases, my Uber arrived within 5 and 10 short minutes of me requesting the trip, despite my take-off times being really early and late respectively. Also, most of my drivers got a 5-star rating from me. The only annoyance was that for a few rides, the route I was charged for was literally impossible (except cars now swim through water); some bug with the GPS-tracking system on the app I guess. And I think this bug made my fare higher than it would have been otherwise, even though not inordinately so.


Ubering through the five-cowries creek

RIP fitness

For at least four weeks preceding this just past one, I've been going to the gym at least twice a week. Also, I'm trying to improve on my running endurance, so I've upped the frequency of my runs by at least, 100% in the past three weeks. But last week, my streak on all of that good stride was lost as it is simply harder to do all of this stuff without the mobile wardrobe and changing room that a car is.

My car will be back in two days and I trust that I can pick things up from right where I left them two weeks ago without much fuss; so help me God.

Ridesharing idea remembered

And because of the pain of having to spend more on transportation than I usually do, one ridesharing software idea that first popped into my mind in 2016 made its way back. I think I just might make good on it this time; come up with an MVP or something. If I don't end up getting crippled by overthinking, that is.
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4 January 2017

Hafiz Adewuyi

A day in the life - Series

Up until one of the last few times my friend, Ifeanyi rode with me in my car, I always got worked up whenever I noticed a squeegee boy approaching in traffic. On that particular day, as the boy was doing his thing on my windscreen, I told my friend how I was worried about how much the stubbornness of these street kids gets to me. The only invitation they will ever need to proceed with rendering their service is that your vehicle's windscreen is not sparkling clean. It won't be surprising if they deemed your windscreen deserving of a wash as you drove your car home from a car wash centre.

Ifeanyi asked me to just ignore them, that none of these kids was worth my fretting. From that day onwards, that was how I handled any of these ubiquitous pests who approached me. To help his hustle, each time I see a squeegee boy approaching, I usually make a waving hand gesture to indicate that I am not interested in his service. But that rarely ever stops him from going ahead - my car's glasses are not tinted.

He will go ahead to dutifully apply his squeegee on my windscreen with one hand - soap bottle in the other - completing one side before proceeding to the next. He would continue until either the windscreen is spick-and-span - by his judgement - or the traffic light which brought us together turns green. He would then proceed to the side of the car where I - the driver - am seated to request for a monetary handout; his tip for an unsolicited job well done.

All the while he's going about his business, I would watch calmly from the protection of my car; confident in the security that my wound up car windows offer against him. More often that not - since I am usually in a good mood - I would look in the pigeon hole and the other compartments of the car to see if I have any small notes to hand out. The availability of such notes would then be the sole determining factor of whether or not he was going to get paid for his service.

Today, while walking along Herbert Macaulay road in Yaba, Lagos, I walked past a group of squeegee boys on one side of the road. For the first time in a long time, I did not feel threatened by their presence within my immediate vicinity. After all, my forehead bears no resemblance to the windscreen of a car - except that both are positioned analogously (kind of). The first thing that came to my mind was a (bathroom) idea that got me really excited a couple of weeks ago.

I often find myself wanting to know what a typical day is like for people whom the regular flow of our daily activities would never allow our interactions - if at all they ever happened - breach the mere surface. My mechanic, the Obioma (nomadic tailor), the ancient looking man who has been hawking cleaning mops around the Sabo/Alagomeji area of Yaba for the past few years. Or the mama fine-bara of Ozone/White house at Sabo who inspired a funny Facebook note I wrote five years ago. So, I thought it would be a good idea to let my curiosities lead me as a writer. To go ahead to satisfy my curiosity by starting a writing series which documents my chat with one person that falls into this category from time to time.

Up until today, I had procrastinated my first chat out of a baseless fear that the subject of the interview would not be as cooperative as I would like. As if one episode of rudeness from a stranger would zap all of the self-esteem that I've struggled to build over the last decade of my life. However, today was one when I was not going to let this perfect opportunity slide past me; the conditions were perfect and my passing upon this opportunity would make me doubt if I have what it takes to achieve my dreams in life. I made a mental note to approach one of the squeegee boys on my way back from the business which I had set out for.

To be continued tomorrow...
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