A few months ago I hit a car in front of me right after I exited Sunway Pyramid. It was drizzly, the tar was wet and being close with the car I suppose I deserve it. I thought it was bad, until I went out to look the damage. I broke the right indicator while the car I hit, a silver Waja, suffered a mild scratch. The owner of the car, a Chinese lady and I took a look at each other car, nodded to each other and I drove away. I mean, there was like nothing.
In another occasion, while enjoying a smoky breeze with open windows along the Federal highway, a bloke threw up a cigarette butt outside, and when I thought it would miss the car, it managed to hit my windscreen and flew right over my arm. I felt what those abused children feel about abuse. If I was deranged, I would speed up my car and threw a brick, and lucky I didn’t have any brick, and driving a Kancil, taking over is just a no-no.

Stupid coincidences. Well, everybody had one.

And here I was, my indicator still broken, and another thing broken was silence as my dad continuously reminded me (thesaurus for nagging) about the indictor that needs replacement. I wasn’t furious, but it maddens me to think that he don’t even use indicators while on the road, while I’m the one using it while I can. (Note, this is not Linsday Lohan’s Confession song.)

I mean, seriously, car manufacturers should consider that they could cut the cost of producing cars by not including these in the car they are making: indicators, cigarette butt place, side mirrors, vanity mirrors, because somehow these things are useless, especially here in Malaysia. Well, to most of us. Oh, a louder horn would help. A catalogue for a new car should have options to all of this, since they always put higher price on safety. “A new sedan. 2-litre engine with ABS, EBD and everything. 50% off without those alphabets and indicators, cigarette butt place, no mirrors. FOC 12,000 decibels horn.”

I drove around for 3 years and 50000km wondering what the heck is wrong here. What’s wrong of putting up indicator while changing lanes or turn into a corner? What’s wrong of putting out the cigarette butts and small rubbish inside your car and throw them up when you found a trash can?

Maybe I’m just not driving long enough to understand. Maybe I won’t. I just don’t even understand why people smoke in the first place. Understand and doing it is two different things they say, but why start when you want to quit? We often said we found the solution, but it still leave us in grieve. Maybe it’s true Yuri Orlov (not a real name apparently) said in The Lord of War, that cars and cigarettes kill more people than a gun does. “At least my gun has safety switch,” he quoted. Anyhow, that quote was rubbish. Nobody should kill themselves and another human being.

Well, I guess I should fix that broken indicator and clean up the car, so that my dad will stop ‘remind’ me and instead enjoying the ride in the car to the surau.