I overlook Alexandra Road. With an apartment on a higher floor, I can hear the sound of light traffic, feel a gentle breeze. At this time of day it is peaceful and calm.
Just up the street are the showrooms of every major car manufacturer as well as Harley Davidson. The natural place to test drive cars and bikes is along the straight stretch of road in front of their house. When I am in a car mood, it is brilliant. The wonderful sound of a Ferrari or Lamborghini stretching its legs is incredible. The different pitch that comes from a Maserati or a Porsche makes it quite clear who is making a statement. Harleys are, well just Harleys. Each has a melody all its own.
Time of day, the need for a burst of speed no matter who is around you tells a story on its own about a single car and an individual. In contrast, there are times when I think I am at the track. The sound reflects not one car but a herd! A group of owners are out cruising together – letting the revs go with intent. As you hear them arrive at the light, you know what is coming. It seems endless! I have counted as many as forty Ferraris pass in a formation that speaks of amazing wealth and indulgence.
Even though it is still dark and for the most part quiet, I can hear the sound. I imagine some come from a large collected that lives towards Orchard and Tanglin. As I visualize the group coming up to the top of the straight stretch, I look out at see the church on the corner. It is relatively quiet, even in its busyness. The contrast of block and white versus the sea of red is endless. In this setting I can hear David whisper as if we are standing in the shade under the tree on the corner; “See those people polishing their chariots, and those others grooming their horses? But we’re making garlands for God our God.” (Psalm 20.7)
