It’s been two months since I got behind the seat of the Taffeta White Jazz. In that time, I’ve not met Death yet, but other drivers were surely close friends of It.
The 1,339cc I-Dsi engine puts out enough power for my daily commute to work. Would I want more? Sure, why not? The CVT transmission is buttery smooth and dare I say it: Beats a traditional auto tranny. But, an opinion is still an opinion and I can respect those who love their gears.
The Jazz still puts a smile on my face each time I see it. Whenever a Jazz/Fit passes by me, I can’t help but observe the driver behind the wheel, mods, the sound it makes, driving style, ride height, rims, tyres, tints, body kits, anything and everything that makes a Jazz, jazz.
I’ve ferried a full load of adults up and down slopes, scraped the front end over high humps and bumps, scraped the side in an act of misjudgment, bolted from green lights in “S” gear, drove in heavy rain, late at night along Mandai, and expressways, convoy-ed with a column of Jazzes and Fits in highway congestion, ran errands, ferried my family to and fro. I enjoyed every single moment.
The wipers are squeaking and I will need to do something. Perhaps new blades are in order. My rear wiper feels crumbly; No wonder it is doing a terrible job at wiping water away. It’s not that bad, but I should do something about it soon.
I look forward to taking care of the Jazz, as it has taken care of me. Singapore roads are largely safe but some drivers can and do drive erratically. I’ve had near misses when a driver decided to switch lane without signaling. They are the best.