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My Accident on Federal Highway



It was 2 weeks before Deepavali, a hindu celebration (festival of light). The year – 1995. I was anything but a rempit for a couple of months – plying down Federal Highway (Shah Alam to PJ).

I remember buying an expensive helmet a few days before and used it on for the first time. Being the ignorant person that I was back then, thinking that Malaysians are noble beings, I locked my spanking new metallic-dark-red helmet to my “kapcai” 90cc Honda bike. I just finished my evening class @ Stamford College PJ and went over to my motorcycle to head back to Shah Alam.

Well, surprise surprise, the helmet made a disappearance ala Samy Vellu’s hair (his real hair I mean). I was disappointed and rang home for assistance. I had 2 helmets at home – a banged up helmet (the inner sponges are gone) that looks like it was used during the Japanese invasion of Malaya, and a newish half face helmet (which was a trend back then but I despised it!), and specifically asked for the half-face helmet as the banged up helmet made me look like a member of Party Tiga Bintang. My step-dad arrived an hour later with *JENG JENG JENG*, the Party Tiga Bintang helmet. Right.

So off I went, after I waited for the rain shower to stop, though it was drizzling a little. I was “speeding” at 70km on the motorcycle lane. I could’ve sworn I noticed a couple of snails passing me by, giving the “L” sign to me. Well, I was happy with my snuffleoffagus speed.

Upon reaching the Guinness factory (opposite Motorola), I saw the bikes were slowing down to exit the bike lane to head into Sunway, so I slowed down too. Within a few seconds I heard a loud screech behind me, and next thing I know, I was flying through the air like a human cannonball. I landed hard on a sandy area and my motorcycle went the opposite direction from me.

I woke up, turned around to look at what had hit me, it was a green-colored 125cc / 150cc motorcycle. That’s all I remembered, I was in a daze. I went over to my motorcycle, had someone help to pick it up for me, and rode back home (my motorcycle was in bad shape but it was still okay). I was in a state of shock, and my body was numb. Only when I reached the flyover at Shah Alam, heading into Section 10 where I lived back then, the pain became unbearable.

Headed straight into the front porch and called my mom. She came out and had the shock of her life. I was drenched in blood. The skin on my back (top right side) has been ripped off, my right hand had bad bruises in various parts along with other many minor bruises.

I checked into a clinic, and only then the doctor told me that she could see my bone (when she examined my left SHIN), and said it required it to be stitched. 3 stitches at a place where there is NO flesh. Now that was painful – I remember biting a towel.

I was on medical leave for 2 weeks, and subsequently developed phobias for motorcycles. No matter how safe you think you are, you cannot control external factors. I’ve been driving since then.

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