Huhu 3 weeks and still waiting. Seems like i can just continue to dream. Well, thats life >.<
A'rite, what i'm gonna do today is, try to describe an accident, which just happen a few minutes ago(when i'm typing this of course), with an intention of using rather flowery description, trying to see how good or bad my language is. So, if you've got nothing but time, read on. If you're here to read my personal feelings, whether i got dumped, rejected, married, courted, raped, some other time, some other posts.
It was a type of typical Malaysia weather, where you can't see the sun yet you can still sweat after walking a minute or two. I was lucky to have found an empty parking slot within seconds after my arrival to the street where the shop i was gonna visit is located. Flash the signal light to turn left, focus my vision to the side and rear mirrors, hit the brake pedal, then the acceleration pedal while turning the steering wheel.
Once i've parked, turn everything off and opened the door to pull my ass off the driver seat, i could feel the heated air touch my face. I looked up and saw nothing but clouds and birdies. i slammed the door, remotely locked my car and allowed my feet to carry me to the road side, ready to cross the road to the opposite side.
Like what the television always promote, look left, then right then left again before crossing a road, i did only until the second step before my neck jammed and my eyes locked due to a roar by a man whom was holding his spouse's hand.
He roared and my vision focused on him within milliseconds. Then everything was slowed down as if i was as fast as Superman. He roared as he pushed his spouse further away from himself with his fat, short fingers attached to a rather big palm. Charging towards them, was a piece metal/plastic hybrid colored in blue and grey,with two wheels, ridden by another man in dark blue. The scooter rider was making an early right turn into a T- junction, thus being on the wrong side of the road though its gonna save him a few seconds. The speeding man, along with his scooter must have known he is in deep shit by then. The man, by pushing his wife away, thinking that he was saving her, actually put her in real danger. As a matter of fact, the rider saw them, he banked even further down toward the right, closer to the floor so that he could turn more and thus avoiding the both of them. Alas, the man pushed his wife away from himself, but nearer to the position where the rider was heading towards. Out of no where, the fat hand clutched onto her arm again and pulled her back in. The rider panicked.
With the woman out of his way, the object he was heading towards is no longer alive but of a mass way heavier than the combination of him and his ride weighed together, another car, parked there waiting quietly for its owner. The tires screeched. Something very dangerous to do when you're making a turn on a two-wheeled vehicle. The rider pulled himself and his ride straight up with nothing but his own brute force, and turn the other way round. A sudden change in direction while you're moving in high speed is never a good sign even for a four-wheeled vehicle, let alone this two wheeled scooter. He was then leaning to the left, successfully avoiding that stationary car. But the cooperation between gravity, velocity, horizontal momentum, torque, friction did not let him escape easily. Him, already down on his left, smashed onto the road, and got himself flung away from his ride landing on his left knee, his palm. As for his ride, it skidded as it made its touch down. Sparks flew from the end where it's metallic part and the road contacted, scorching the tar road and leaving a white drag line as the seared road cooled within seconds. It skidded an stopped few centimeters away from the car parked beside mine. The rider, pulled it up on its two wheel and was gonna make his move.
The husband came shouting at him and he then pushed his scooter to the side of the road. He started to press his shirt on his chin. He must have landed on his chin too when he was threw from his scooter. As the angered husband was walking across the road, the rider rolled up his jeans and exposed a knee without its epidermis. Trail of blood could be seen flowing down his leg as they continue to ooze out from the wound. The furious man, finally arrived. His wife, whom was being supported by passer-by, had shown difficulty to put weigh on one of her legs. She was gingerly supported and allowed to sit on the cement walking path in front of the shop i was planning to pay my visit to. The rider kept apologizing, and a few drop of his blood moistured the weather-heated tar road and the man asked him how will him settle the incident, in the mean time, making observations on the scooter, in a way that his intentions were not made clear, whether he wanted to see how badly 'injured' the scooter was or searing a note into his memory that a scooter of what brand, of what model, with what license plate had tried to ram him and his wife off the road.
Me, feeling awkward that they are 'chatting' right in front of me, sped across the road as fast as my feet could bring me, as swiftly as the traffic would allow me. Across the road i entered the shop and the cool air-conditioned breeze cooled me. From the transparent door, the rider drew some cash and paid the infuriated man before he allowed his scooter to roar back to life and sped off. Later from conversations between shopkeepers of that area, the rider paid 30bucks before it was settled.
~END~
In my usual way, the whole incident would be described like this:
When i was trying to cross the road, a scooter nearly bang a couple off the road whom were crossing the road. The rider fell and then the husband can and argue. To end the story, the rider paid 30bucks to the couple. ~~END of STORY~~ XD
