#IZOTOPE TONAL BALANCE CONTROL IS DRIVING ME CRAZY HOW TO#
#IZOTOPE TONAL BALANCE CONTROL IS DRIVING ME CRAZY DRIVER#

#IZOTOPE TONAL BALANCE CONTROL IS DRIVING ME CRAZY HOW TO#

Over the next two days he taught me how to go about. The words that he lectured me on so many years ago blossomed in my mind and started making sense. One fine day- dad took me out on a drive- and asked me to get into the driving seat. I would skip Saturdays to come home every weekend to experience the car. It was in my first year 2001 that dad purchased a second or rather a third hand Hyundai Santro in dark green. ThatвЂ™s when I learned how to do a slingshot.ДЇast forward and I joined medical college. Cars can do this also- I thought in mind. From 40-100 in 3rd gear the esteem ripped and it flew( only it didnвЂ™t have wings else papa would have taken it to the skies). Out on the highway, he drove slow for a while, was getting a look around of things, looked over to me, smiled, then he huffed and puffed and let a calming breath out. Drove slow while getting out of Haridwar.

#IZOTOPE TONAL BALANCE CONTROL IS DRIVING ME CRAZY DRIVER#

Dad was the designated driver always in our family. When my grandmother finished her lifeвЂ™s journey and we bid her final adieu in Haridwar, my uncle had also come in his brand new esteem 1.3l. I canвЂ™t recall where I lost that magazine but that red Skoda was all mine in my thoughts to play with. Dreaming about holding a round wheel in my hand someday. Even took the magazine to bed every night. I looked and ogled at those pictures day and night. However the magazine had an article on the Skoda Octavia by the great Hormazd Sorabjee. Either I was in 8th class or I was 8 years old I donвЂ™t remember well. Then one fine day- a few years later, my dad got me an auto mag. It was that silent conversation where no words are spoken- yet all the thoughts flow across. And even my father said nothing, he knew. But in my mind, it was not the handle I was holding- it was a steering- all those years. But I still remember that warm look in his eyes- one day soon son. I would look at all the cars of our neighbors and miss the one I played in. I didnвЂ™t understand much, but the words were imprinted on my mind. I would listen so attentively when he would lecture me on the finer nuances of driving. You just have to know which one does what. What I never realised then was that he never got the window fixed- perhaps he liked the fact that I discovered that small trickery myself and indirectly encouraged me. Keeps playing in the car all day- he would tell my mom. But I remember the puzzled look on his face when he would come in the evening and find me playing in the car. And frankly even I donвЂ™t remember it now. Would open it up and climb/crawl in to my favourite playground. I had managed a trick to open the glass on the middle sliding door back then. Playing inside the car, moving from one row to the other and pretending to go on long drives was my favourite pastime. My father used to own a a Maruti van in around 1988-89. So please bear with me.ДЄs I had mentioned in my intro thread- I got hooked onto cars since as long as I can remember. He put the love of cars in my life and hence deserves a worthy mention. Also it is an ode to my father who taught me so many things. Also the various thoughts processes going on my mind and how I bought the car and my journey leading me to it. This thread encompasses my journey to attain automotive nirvana. Hopefully I will be able to abide by the standards set up on this forum and hopefully you enjoy this.Дisclaimer- long emotional posts. This is the initial ownership thread of my latest purchase- the S Cross Zeta petrol K15B in granite gray. A very warm hello to all the esteemed members of the forum.

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