Firstly I woke up this morning to find a peaceful morning. However, the peace is shattered once I reached the car. I found papers stucked to the windscreen of almost every car in the line (a norm for cars to be parked overnight beside roads in front of apartments) Well, there was some small letters in blue at the right left corner of the papers. Let's hope it is some kind of funny advertisement. My hopes were high but oddly enough, the paper (douched in the morning dew and the overnight rain) seems familiar in shape and size... Not to mention the font... Nevertheless, there was a similiar paper on my windscreen... The moment I focused on the print, I went blue. It wrote 'senarai-senarai kesalahan'. DARN! Don't the police have something better to do these days? I mean, we parked beside the road, which, everyone do in Kuala Lumpur, and we didn't cause any MAJOR obstruction, I mean, a bus the size of an elephant can pass comfortably through the supposely 'blocked' lane, without denting people side mirrors or hit something... So, after plenty of talk with my friends and my girlfriend, I concluded :
1. The police had given up going after errant motorist speeding along the roads, and target innocent people instead
2. Those people planning to rent out their parking bays finds it too difficult to get a good client, and resorted to dirty tactics to get customers. Imagine people freaking out to get a parking bay, and the parking bay is to be sold to the highest bidder... Nice marketing, dude!
3. Someone found their normal 'parking space' occupied, and as an act of revenge, parked somewhere else, and dialed 999...
4. Some responsible citizen decided to call the police and get even because they had a hard day themselves due to the 'obstruction' caused. They cannot drive through a 2.2m wide lane from what I can see...
So the fine is issued...
And in the evening, we decided to move our car to avoid unnecessary trouble. After starting the car, I noticed that I had to wrestle the steering to drive straight. The wheels are making a funny sound too. We got down and... Zzz... The tyre's flat! FLAT! And so we decided to drive to the nearest gas station, almost 1 kilometers away. All along the way, the unpleasant sound really bothers me. Arriving at the station was lucky, and I was even luckier to smell smoke when I opened the door. Damn! The tyre is burnt is it? Damn right! Smoke is twirling from the rim. If only I got a camera, I will capture it and put it here. So we waited for it to cool down. Pumping the tyre doesn't seem to help either. Aihz...
We took out the tools, and the spare tyre. OMG! We don't have the thing to unscrew the tyres, nor the tools to turn the stupid-thing-what-do-I-call-it (jack??) Luckily a nice Malay brother helped us out with his tools from his grey Kenari. An avid fan of Chelsea, he even got their sticker on his windscreen. And so, the matter seems solved. However, the best part is yet to come. My 70kg mass cannot unscrew the nuts from the tyre. I stepped, jumped on the lever of the tool but the nut just wouldn't budge. It took the 90kg Malay man to do the initial unscrewing at last... And the hard part is finished. We bought him a coke for his help... I think he sacrificed his dinner to help us. I can see food on the Kenari's front seat... Haha! Here, I wish god bless his soul...
Thinking that a RM5 patch would be neccessary, I rotated the tyre. Then I spotted the RM100+ damage. The tyre was torn, most probably due to the drive to the gas station. My luck ran out today I think. Have to fish out some cash to get a new tyre at last. Zzz... Feel like going back to neuroanat now... Life's giving me a headache, so are my books... Zzz...
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