Celaka punya....
Read this:
http://www.monsterblog.com.my/2007/04/27/road-rage-caught-on-camera/
I will tell you first hand that riding a motorcycle in the mean streets of KL is literally a matter of life and death. Though I will stop short of saying this guy smashing the window is justified, I do understand how it feels to be on both sides.
On countless occasions, I have encountered near misses with car while riding my bike, and each and every time I reach my destination I feel thankful to be alive, and with all four limbs. Many times, I am also on the cursing end, swearing that all these car drivers should get their eyes checked, or license revoked, though I have also been guilty of refusing to go on the motorbike lanes, mainly because its such a hassle, and its often flooded with water.
On countless times, especially during traffic jams, cars have a tendency to switch lanes; perpetually thinking the other lane is going faster. The bikers go in between the car lanes.... thats our motorbike lane. There are often idiot drivers who like to change lanes suddenly, thinking that switching your signal right when you make a sudden turn counts. So, many motorcyclist end up being pancake on the side of cars trying to switch lanes. Everytime I encounter such near misses, I sound my horn, look at the driver with my most menacing face (which is like Mickey Mouse on a bad day) and murmur to myself "Celaka punya car driver."
On the other hand, I get curses from motorcyclist when I am riding the car. Just a few days ago, I encountered a small case of road rage. It was at a turning. There was a motorbike in front of me. I was right behind him as we negotiated the corner. Half way through the bend, he notices me. Startled, he almost looses control of him motorbike, though he didnt fall. There wasn't even an accident. He was just shocked. He then took off his helmet, while still riding with one hand, and waved the helmet menacingly at me, as if to throw it at my car, while shouting all sorts of taunts at me. I just looked at him, equally surprised (at his stupidity) and confused.
What's the big deal? I said to myself... We didnt even knock! Is it my fault that he is so jumpy? Maybe he could see cars behind him if he put side mirrors on his bike.. which he so obviously did not have, which is an offense by the way. Celaka punya motocyclist........
So it comes full circle. You curse others, you get curse.
P/S: Celaka = damn
http://www.monsterblog.com.my/2007/04/27/road-rage-caught-on-camera/
I will tell you first hand that riding a motorcycle in the mean streets of KL is literally a matter of life and death. Though I will stop short of saying this guy smashing the window is justified, I do understand how it feels to be on both sides.
On countless occasions, I have encountered near misses with car while riding my bike, and each and every time I reach my destination I feel thankful to be alive, and with all four limbs. Many times, I am also on the cursing end, swearing that all these car drivers should get their eyes checked, or license revoked, though I have also been guilty of refusing to go on the motorbike lanes, mainly because its such a hassle, and its often flooded with water.
On countless times, especially during traffic jams, cars have a tendency to switch lanes; perpetually thinking the other lane is going faster. The bikers go in between the car lanes.... thats our motorbike lane. There are often idiot drivers who like to change lanes suddenly, thinking that switching your signal right when you make a sudden turn counts. So, many motorcyclist end up being pancake on the side of cars trying to switch lanes. Everytime I encounter such near misses, I sound my horn, look at the driver with my most menacing face (which is like Mickey Mouse on a bad day) and murmur to myself "Celaka punya car driver."
On the other hand, I get curses from motorcyclist when I am riding the car. Just a few days ago, I encountered a small case of road rage. It was at a turning. There was a motorbike in front of me. I was right behind him as we negotiated the corner. Half way through the bend, he notices me. Startled, he almost looses control of him motorbike, though he didnt fall. There wasn't even an accident. He was just shocked. He then took off his helmet, while still riding with one hand, and waved the helmet menacingly at me, as if to throw it at my car, while shouting all sorts of taunts at me. I just looked at him, equally surprised (at his stupidity) and confused.
What's the big deal? I said to myself... We didnt even knock! Is it my fault that he is so jumpy? Maybe he could see cars behind him if he put side mirrors on his bike.. which he so obviously did not have, which is an offense by the way. Celaka punya motocyclist........
So it comes full circle. You curse others, you get curse.
P/S: Celaka = damn
posted by Compulsive Blogger @ 6:10 pm
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