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While returning from Bangi after visiting my mom this afternoon, i took the usual Seremban - Sungai Besi Highway towards KL. Surprisingly the traffic movement was not too congested as i would have expected. Incidentally, i was visiting a client in Puchong earlier after lunch, briefing them about their forthcoming Kuching trip next month. Once over and done with, i made a beeline to my intended rendezvous i.e the Bangi Golf Resort.
Where i almost reached the Tun Razak Road going through the underpass opposite the Indonesian Embassy, there was suddenly an impromptu traffic police halt right just at the end of the tunnel. It was a kind of dangerous blockade i would realise later that would do more harm than good if such operations are practised at peak hours, all in a matter of a split second. The VIP entourage was seen making its way home and mobilised by the relevant traffic authorities, resulting in the other public vehicles having to station or simply reduce their speed to heed the law when such VIP cars criss cross our public roads. Somehow, certain impolite and selfish drivers who were impatient about making a temporary interruption of their journey, suddenly swerved to the right lane trying to avoid the traffic policeman(often with their big bikes parked at eased temporarily on the road.) As i was driving rather swiftly along the outer fast lane on the extreme right side, i suddenly applied my brakes to avoid an approaching car that has encroach into the right lane of my passing car. I was helplessly shocked and angry. Suddenly i realised that by swerving to avoid that idiotic son of a gun driver's car, i had no choice whatsoever but to force my car to move to the already limited void area which is the kerb structure of the road divider. I thought my car would have flung over the other side of the road when i realised my tyre grips were dysfunctioning, ( as unhumorous as i want to be, my tyre threads we quite "bald" so to speak and i must admit that i have not replace them for quite a while - and i was pretty guilty about it nonetheless .)My superior point in raising this note is that i simply cannot tolerate what the other driver was doing to me.As you can see, the maximum limit imposed on that particular stretch is around 60 - 70 kms which is clearly portrayed on the traffic signage, if i can strongly remember since i am a regular user of this road, which is a very long trunk road by itself and formerly known as Jalan Pekeliling in those post Merdeka days. I also believe this must be the longest road in KL as far as my school days map reading memory is concerned. I even find out that it was once called Circular Road due to its circumbulation plan.
But what the other driver has done by going into my lane obtrusively for that split second moment , was tantamount to endangering my life as well as the destruction of my car, had i been unlucky or undefensive at that time. The screeching sounds was loud enough to make me shock and wonder what will happen next and the scent of burnt rubber that was emitted for a while due to the friction on the road surface could have made any person nauseate. I was trusting my car will be fine but the fact that i was more concerned for my car's well being rather than for my life was far more important. I suppose i had some other fixations or replacements on my car parts made just a few days ago and i would like to connect this event to the the dry cell battery problem which i had experienced a few days earlier.
After seeing the damage on my tyres, i decided to drive into Eaton Road and locate a temporary car park to further examine the extent of my car's damage. There was scratches / little dents on the right hand side of the car near where the tyres are; adding more physical "facelifts" to some existing scarred surfaces . I cannot help but wonder why such a predicament has befallen on me again and frowned in dismay. I made a call to the tyre shop manager and manage to speak to him at his land line after a failed call to his mobile was transferred to his voice mail. It was so frustrating indeed and while i was talking to him relieving him of my situation, my mobile battery was fizzled off. Oh that was really too much. I blamed that he yakked unnecessarily that i could not get my message across perfectly to him of only he had listen to my grouses.
Damn it i said to myself, and i just prayed that i can still start the car and drove instantly to Setapak to his motor workshop. At the same time, it was the rush hour traffic where drivers are driving home after work. I just hope that nothing high risk or unfortunate will turn out later or it will surely make me so desperately distressed.
I managed to pass through the extremely busy roads of Tun Razak and Jalan Pahang and finally made it around almost 7.20 pm at the motor workshop. The rest of the story will be continued ...........
What happened at that time was that while i was about to perform the ignition, i heard a rather slight explosion that came from underneath my car bonnet whose sounds likened to a minor cracker blast and i could watch some people who were sipping their afternoon "teh- tarik" ( pulled tea beverage) by the side of it, displayed faces of wonder and a little stirred up by the commotion of sound they have just heard. I prayed in my heart that my car did not really "explode" or physically damaged or otherwise i will have a big problem ahead of me wondering what has actually happened as it literally exploded the wits out of me. Probably i was not a technical person or anyone that specialises in the know how or tips to discover mechanical faults related to an automobile.
In my usual fancy, i came out of the vehicle and decided to go home unashamedly and without guilt, just abandon my car just like that for the night. The consolation was that it was parked so perfectly well adjacent to the 7-11 store and opposite a motorcar workshop of all buildings !. It was well parked and did not caused any obstruction whatsoever.
The following day, i came back to the spot to salvage my poor car. While i was in the cab chatting with this particular driver, a Pakistani immigrant married to a local i seek solace in discussing with him about my car problem which i had encountered the day before. He explained to me that he too had a similar sounding problem and asked me if i had use a dry cell for my car and that i was just worried not to even anticipate any other words he might utter again , should the problem had nothing to do with the dry cell.
In my mind, I was praying hard that the only problem would really be the "dry cell" and nothing else. Later, upon reaching my destination, i confidently walked to the tyre shop to seek the necessary technical assistance.
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