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Three weeks of extreme bad luck
All of the things I'm going to write about are completely and utterly true. As impossible as it may sound, all these events did happen to me in just three weeks, both of which James was in the car with me. I can't exactly remember the date of these events, but I distinctly remember them happening after my breakup with Regine (30-3-03) and me being the superstitious dolt that I am, related the bad luck to the breakup.*** Specifically, all these occurances happened on a Friday. I had lousy ass days too, but specifically, the stuff that happened on the Fridays could've killed me.
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Louis gets road bullied, almost rammed off the
road
1) Louis gets road bullied, almost rammed off the road First Friday, Louis and James decide to leave Sri Hartamas to go back to my place. Stuck in a traffic jam, it took us a while to get to the highway. On the highway, I notice a car tailgating me (tailgating means following behind me so closely, you're talking about 5 inches between mine and his car). Well, i'm driving my Wira 1.3 GLi with a top speed of 100mph against a brand new Mitsubishi (I didn't get the model of his car) capable of going at least 150mph, not to mention he has lightly modified his car, so I let him pass. He continues to follow behind me very closely, then suddenly accelerates to the left side of my car. His window is down, he's wearing a short sleeve shirt and I notice a very massive dragon tattoo down his right arm leading to his back (This signifies he's probably a high ranking in a chinese mob) and proceeds to move his car to the right, as if pushing me into the barrier of the highway. James is panicking, i'm not. I quickly think that there is no way he's stupid enough to ram his brand new car into mine so I ignore his scare and proceed driving in a straight line. He then sticks his tattooed arm out of the window and signals me to stop at the side of the highway (News flash DUMBASS. You're supposed to stop at the left side of the road, not the right. Right = Fastlane asshole) I again ignore his scare and I think that pissed him off even more. He then takes out a Livita Bottle and waves it at me, again trying to scare us. I'm thinking "that is a tiny ass bottle. he looks like an idiot" Nonetheless, I continue forward, ignoring him. Here's the best part. The fool puts down the bottle, and makes a little gun with his right hand (Index and middle finger straight, pinky and fourth bent, thumb bent). He then proceeds to pretend to shoot me with his imaginary gun. I lost it, there was no way I could it in. No one could look stupider than he did at that moment. Driving at about 140 km/h, I took my hands off the wheel and put it to my cheeks and pretend to gasp (Think Home Alone). He wasn't happy, in fact, if he had a gun he would've shot me. He took the bottle and threw it at my car, hoping to shatter my glass. Here is where I snapped. My blood boiled in that millisecond and anger overtook my rationality. I immediately swerved my car into his, driving at 140 my tires were screeching for grip. *I was stupid I admit, to my defense, my patience is almost rock solid. I could modestly say that my patience is what keeps my family together. However, if my patience breaks, expect dire consequences. Luckily, he reacted quick enough to dodge my car swerving into his. From this point onwards, he kept a 200m distance from my car. Either because he was incredibly scared of me (I would have been scared of me too) or he didn't want me to see his license plate. (It was WJN 7979. I told my mum it was WLN 7979 but I was mistaken. It's because I saw it through my mirror) I hated the fact that I snapped and attempted to kill the motherfucker. This rarely ever happens to me. I guess my patience comes with a price. 2) Louis' tyres punctured without him knowing Regularly, I take my car out at 3am in the mornings and drive my car to the limit, pushing my skill, the tyres and the handling ability of my car. These adventures are usually short lived (about half hour) because my brakes or gearbox would overheat which means I can no longer go as fast and my safety is at risk as my brakes hardly work anymore. So, I felt like having adrenaline pump through my veins again. 5 minutes into my little adventure, I decide to drop by 7-11 to get a drink before I start my adventure. I stop at 7-11 and I notice a loud hissing sound coming from my front right tyre. I then took my car back home which probably took about 3 minutes, by the time I got back. My tyre was completely flat. Quite simply, this night was a very unlucky yet lucky night for me. Had I not stopped in 7-11, I would've been pushing my car beyond 100km/h around corners and would've definitely lost grip because I would be driving on metal on my right side. Still, mum had to fork out a thousand ringgit to get my tyres replaced (about $250). Not a bad deal, 250 bucks for my life....and brand new tyres to wreck *grin* 3) Louis driving normally, someone smacks into his right side This was by far the worst of the three weeks. James was in my car when this happened, so if you're a non-believer, you can question him about this too. It was a two lane road, to my left is a curb and a wall, to my right is the other car. It was a little bend on the highway (so both our cars are traveling about 100kmh-60mph). Imagine two cars doing a little left bend. What happened was, the car on my right was slowly drifting into my lane...closing onto my right side. There was no where for me to go, to my left was a curb, he's gotten far too close for me to brake, accelerating would mean he would hit the back of my car causing me to go in a tailspin. The only option I could see was to immediately turn my wheel right against his impact to keep me off the curb, which was exactly what I did. His car smacked into my right side, pushing me closer to the curb on the left, our tyres screaming from the loss of traction, my ears ringing from the impact. I spun my wheel to the right as soon as he hit me, and put my foot down on the accelerator. *This may be a little too technical, but it will probably help one day. My car is a front-wheel-drive, meaning the engine pulls the car forward instead of pushing (a rear wheel drive pushes). So in this situation, the reason why I accelerated instead of braking, is because I needed a forward force to pull me AWAY from the wall. Braking would mean that my car would have NO forward force which means NO forward force to pull me away from the wall. My car pushed against his, keeping me from hitting the curb and flipping over. The driver finally woke up and corrected his steering. James and I were shivering, shaking like Mohammed Ali. Had I not noticed him coming, I would've definitely hit the curb at such a speed, flipping over and smacking into a wall. I drive a very poorly built Proton with poor crash test results. An impact at a 100kmh would've torn my car into two.
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