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My wife is a firm believer in something. Well, that in itself conveys nothing new I’m sure to a huge chunk of the male population. Let me specify more clearly. Let me demonstrate where she would differ, or so I’d like to think, from all other fine specimen of wives in general. She has a firm belief that if you look closely and know what to look for, the way a car is driven on the road can tell you almost everything about the personality of the driver, or the owner in case of chauffeur driven ones! Well! You see, the thing is, I have actually started believing in this myself and by the time I am done here, chances are you will too! So boot up, get your baby’s engine to purr and hit the nearest expressway (I eke out an existence in the wannabe Shanghai of India – Mumbai, hence always want to tom-tom the cool sounding expressways; nevermind the fact that I cannot invite you onto any other kind of road without inviting pitiful looks from you). Let me guide y...