My First Accident

Last Sunday (7 May 2006) I was involved in an accident. It was my first major accident and it was really bad. Luckily no casualty, except for my daughter's swollen forehead. But the car was quite bad. And to make things worse, it was my fault. Making an illegal u-turn in front of Jaya Jusco. I've been frequenting that place for ages but never once did I make the illegal u-turn. Oh well shit happens. I didn't realize that a car was coming from the opposite direction until the turn was 3/4 completed. A Toyota Vios was coming at full speed and hit the left- back portion of my car. The impact was so hard, it made my car swerved to the right and I ended up a the other side of the road. Luckily there was no oncoming car. Otherwise u won't be reading this blog.

So all the pain started to begin. That night, I went to Jalan Bandar to make a police report. As I parked the car, a few men (ulat) came by and showed their concern over the car and me. Initially I thought these people were quite prihatin but later I discovered they were trying to convince me to send the car to their workshop. One guy even bold enough to suggest me not to admit any mistake and blame the other car for hitting me from behind. I almost fall for it until my buddy reminded me not to complicate things. So after keying in the report I was told to see another sergeant. Went there and saw fierce looking policemen doing their work. Went to sergeant Ismail table but was told by his colleague..."Die pergi minum kejap" Arggh! This was definitely not like the Gerak Khas drama where all police are super efficient. So, I was made to wait for almost an hour before Sarjan Ismail came back walking casually to his table. After a few Q&A session, I was made the guilty party (obviously) and was issued a summon of RM300. Damn...there goes part of my Compact Surfing earnings. ha ha

The next day I sent the car to the insurance panel workshop. Was told that the car I was driving was not common and required at least 3 weeks to order the parts. In return I was able to use the workshop's car. A classic Mitsubishi Galant...feels like driving a Cadillac...extremely big and noisy...my kids even chided me when they saw the car. My son commented, apasal buruk sangat papa? Ni boleh jalan lagi ke? ...to the laughter of my wife. Ahh kids these days....so materialistic.

I don't dare to drive long distance with that car. So there goes my weekly futsal. The funny thing about the accident is that it made me realize how precious life is. I could die if there was a Metro Bus coming towards me. Thank god every body in the car is still breathing. So I'll be waiting agonizingly for the car to be repaired. Sure no syok one to drive after this.

Signing off at 7.45 p.m.