Morning began late. I’ve been ready to rev up, but well, he isn’t here yet. He came, he sat and muttered, “Lets go Hulk?” Hulk? Me? Why? Because of my colour: squeeze? Well, Well mister if size does mater, you ought to take a look at yourself once. 
I am the one who sits quietly and helps you fit your big frame comfortably in my seat. You are a Hulk yourself; you ought to hear yourself hurl abuses at the people during traffic hours.
But hey you still drive well and I know you get a bit protective about me. For the abuses, I forgive you. All set to go to office.
Seat belts on, in goes the CD and thus begin the Monday morning blues (quiet literally).
Traffic is at its peak and guess who is in a hurry to get there for a meeting? Don’t worry! I’ll get you there in time. 
First gear and we’re off, revs up and the second, third, fourth follow and I'm flying. “Hey guys, just whizzing through, hasta la vista” I cry as I pass the others through the traffic.
Ouch! Ouch! ouch! ouch! Potholes! Slow and steady. My under pinning’s feel the pinch but it keeps you unmoved and that’s enough. 500 metres more and he slams the accelerator. Alright hulky boy, you asked for it. Here I go again, cutting every possible lane on the road trying to forget that traffic signals exist and also ensuring that I have a good grip on the road and needless to say, it is pouring.
A splash here and a little splash there, always keeping in mind though that nobody is around.
Wohoo!, reached office with 15 minutes to spare. Now, begins the forgetting business. First he will forget his I-Card, which lies safely next to the cup holder. Then comes trip number two, he forgets his mobile which lies in the compartment on the door.
Murphy’s Law suggests he ought to come the third time and he does. This time, he just pats me and says, “Meet you later................hulk.” Arrrrggggh!! It drives me mad. (I know, me getting mad only proves him right, so what the heck!)
It is lunch time and he wants to eat out again. He never orders in, it’s always getting into the Figo and driving as far away as he can time permitting him of course. 
I think he just loves the ride, he loves his space with me, he loves the music and most of all he loves it when it rains. The phone ring brings him back to reality and he takes the call via Bluetooth. He has been called back to the office immediately. “What a day,” he says, “but this was the best part,” he mutters. The day was not long but the ride sure was. I will head back when the ‘hulk’ gets out from his meetings. I sure hope it is early, tomorrow might just be a longer day. I do not know what the Hulk has in stored for tomorrow. I will keep writing and do watch this space to see what i'm going to be succumbed to by this Hulk.
