Dear march (part 1)

Hi world, i seem to have something against march this year since inauspicious happenings just seem to befall me so frequently. below is one such encounter. I was driving home together with gen from Mustafa’s and we were trundling along Serangoon Road. We were moving in slow traffic of about 30~40km/h when i found myself in a scenario as captured in the schematic diagram below.

Legend:

Me: Me

Taxi lau: Comfort cabby

CBK: Please consult your knowledgeable Singaporean friend

So this CBK who was driving a silver Golf GTi tried to perform lane change into the space between me and the taxi lau. I wasn’t prepared to emergency brake to give him that concession and thus i gave him the horn since there was no safety distance anyway, duhhh!

But this CBK decided to come in anyway and caused me to stomp on my brakes. Fine, i concluded by this time that this CBK was also quite KL (again please consult your knowledgeable Singaporean friend) I was annoyed to say the least so i wanted to get this bugger out of my sights. At least i was motivated by my desire to not stay behind such a dangerous driver. And so i proceeded to signal right and change lane.

And just when i was about to maneuver into the next lane, i heard the CBK rev up his turbo and essentially move into the lane i was going into. This cycle repeated for a good 5 times. And every time i would hear his turbo roar into life. For goodness’s sake, i wasn’t sure of the point he was trying to make.  Revving his turbo against a measly Altis that i was driving which was stock to the bones and slow as hell?

Fine, he managed to get me angry and i attempted to change lane my way but no… the CBK wasn’t going to have any of that. He decided to stop me anyway by e braking on me.

THAT’S IT

I signalled my hazards lights and we stopped at the traffic lights which was red along the old National Aerated Water factory. I alighted and walked to the CBK’s car. He pretended to act blur inside his darkened cocoon. After 10 seconds or so, he winded down his window and asked me what i want.

Me: “Hi dickhead, you think it is so cool trying to prove a point that the Golf GTI is faster than an Altis? FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU BLOODY FUCKBALL! LIMPEH HORN YOU BECAUSE YOU TRY TO SQUEEZE INTO SPACE AS IF YOU DRIVE A QQ, WHERE THE HELL IS THE SAFTEY DISTANCE HUH CHEE BYE? THEN YOU TRY TO STOP ME FROM LEAVING THE SCENE BY PREVENTING ME FROM CHANGING LANE, SO YOU WANT TO ESCALATE THE MATTER IS IT DICKHEAD? COME DOWN LA AND LET ME PERFORM PLASTIC SURGERY ON YOUR FACE!”

CBK:*winds up window and said nothing.

Me: * i walked back to car and got back in.