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Whew… what a fucking narrow escape. My driving license expired a week ago. Nowadays I drive very slow… maximum 100 km/h. All this because I have 4 summonses to settle first. All for speeding offenses. 1 in KL (I think on Seremban Highway somewhere Serdang), 1 in Gombak (somewhere from FRIM-Selayang Utama) and 2 from Sabak Bernam (when I went to Sg. Besar twice on different dates). Fuck. Imagine the road from Assam Jawa all the way to Kuala Selangor to Tg. Karang to Sg. Besar is better than Jalan Ipoh in terms of width and condition. They just finished upgrading the road (after BN won the election). There’s not much vehicles on the road, 2-lanes each side, kampung area, bushes everywhere, a very straight coastal road etc etc. How can you drive in a 60km/h speed limit when your’re heading to Sg. Besar from Tg. Karang which in around 40-45 km away, on a scorching-sun afternoon?! My hommie, Yea Chern (MBA), will alert me whenever I’m booked because he is one of the people handles the POLISKL sms system at 32728 (dapat.com).

Well, this morning I was driving to Cheras from Kepong via Middle Ring Road 2 (MRR2). I was travelling at the speed limit.. 80 km/h on the fast lane (outer-most lane). Just when about to reach the Batu Caves flyover (above the roundabout), I slowed down to around 60-70 km/h and was still travelling on the fast lane. Suddenly a traffic jam on the flyover was visible and I thought… fucked. Tiu lor.

Then I jammed the brakes when I see only the middle lane was not closed. The outer and inner lanes blocked/closed. Everyone was squeezing through the middle lane and I was flagged by one of the 4 obese cops operating the road block. They were trying to make some money here. So, I stopped my car aside.

<<*Window down*>>

Obese Corrupt Cop: Show me your driving license and identity card (IC).
G: Ok. (I was trembling and trying to prolong the situation by doing some keling* acting as if the wallet is very hard to get out from the pocket, once out, tried to get it out from between a stack of various cards)
Obese Corrupt Cop: Where are you from and where are you heading to?
G: I am from Kepong and heading to Cheras. (still in the midst of acting)
Obese Corrupt Cop: Ok. Ok. No need already, you can fuck off.
G: Ok. Thank you.
(the obese cop walked away pursuing another potential victim)

I know I’m not in the wrong and maybe he saw the cash I’ve got in my wallet. Ha. Luckily I put the cash all in my pocket and not in the wallet. I left 1 piece of RM50.00 note in the wallet. Maybe he still have some good conscience in him and don’t want to take my only RM50 note and leave me without money. Or maybe he saw my camera on the front passenger seat and various namecards on my speedometer lid cluster and guessed my profession. Argh, whatever. This is bad omen.

keling - referring to the Indian race. The word is widely use among the chinese. My late grandma told me that typical estate Indians in the older days used to wear some bells on their legs and thus the “kling kling” sound…. kling kling…. keling. Thats how the word was coined.