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Karkrub story
In Bangkok’s urban oasis, K Village, where the symphony of commerce hums a tune both lively and familiar, I found myself on a quest not for treasures of silver and gold, but for a steaming cup of morning sanity – a coffee. Yet as fate would have it, it was indeed silver that stopped me in my tracks, but not the kind that jingles in pockets or adorns the necks of the city’s fashionable elite. It was a 2013 Toyota Caldina shimmering in the Thai sun like a knight’s armor at a jousting tournament.

This was not your garden-variety Toyota. This Caldina was the four-wheeled incarnation of style and surprise, the automotive equivalent of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, or perhaps more accurately, a cheetah in a poodle’s wig. There it sat, outside a buzzing café, where the scent of Arabica beans battled with the exotic spices wafting from street food stalls.

As I approached, I couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. A silver racing car, here? It was like finding a pair of stilettos on a marathon runner mid-race. It was absurd, unexpected, and utterly delightful. My heart did a little tango – or was it a foxtrot? – at the sight.

But wait, the plot, as they say, thickens. For there, strapped into the back of this speed demon was a baby car seat. It wasn’t just any baby seat, but one festooned with colorful toys and a stuffed giraffe that looked as if it was ready to take on the role of co-pilot. It was a paradox so rich, so deep, it could only be the doing of a man who was clearly father of the year, or vying for the title.

The owner of this enigma on wheels, Khun Ton, must be a character of mythical proportions – a modern-day Hercules who traded his lion’s pelt for a child’s safety seat. A man who said, “Yes, I can be the fastest dad at the school gate and the playground legend rolled into one.”

Meeting my friend beneath the shade of a nearby tree, I pointed out the Caldina. His eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face as he saw the baby seat nestled in the back. “Khun Ton’s ride,” he chuckled, as if the name explained it all – and perhaps it did.

We couldn’t just sip coffee and swap stories after a start like that. Oh no, we had to commemorate this day with something more. So, we hopped into a cooking class happening at a corner of the village. We spent the morning not just stirring coffee, but stirring pots of green curry, laughter bubbling over like boiling water on a stove.

And as the day wore on, Khun Ton’s Toyota Caldina became our benchmark for living. Why go through life in the slow lane when you can zip through with a racing engine and a baby seat in the back?

Our morning had transformed from a mundane meet-up into an episode of a sitcom, complete with visual gags and life lessons. Khun Ton, whoever you are, your silver Toyota was the catalyst for change, a reminder that routine can be shattered with a bit of horsepower and a sprinkle of humor.

So, here’s to the dads who drive cars with a growl under the hood and a teddy bear watching from the rear window. Here’s to the Khun Tons of the world, who navigate the fast lane of fatherhood with a sense of fun and a refusal to trade in their personality when they become parents.

The legend of Khun Ton and his silver Caldina will be told and retold every time we seek to add a dash of the extraordinary to our everyday lives. It’s a tale that will inspire us to live a life as unique and as gleefully incongruent as a racing car engine purring beside a baby car seat. What a wonderful father indeed.