Okay, so I'm finally home and calm enough to talk about this after spending an entire morning at the hospital, an afternoon at the police station and an evening in traffic. It's probably no secret by now that I absolutely despise motorbikes; be it the kapcai ones or superbikes not because I can't look up to them but because of their riding attitude. I mean, I understand how much "bigger" you feel on the road because somehow or rather it's always the fault in car drivers whenever an accident happens but does that give you authority to be above us in every other way?

My disliking for these two-wheeled nuisances began when I was much younger anyway when my father came by a T-junction, had a brake to look left and right before heading over to the opposite road. A motorcycle however decided that he was much above everyone else and sped from the right over to the center when my father collided with him and that was the first time ever when I had a fear for them.

*Coughs* Thus begins my story of today. As usual, I left home to get to work early and to put myself through the horrific traffic because...how else would I get to the office? What I didn't expect however was the jam today brought along a surprise. A motorcyclist who would slam into the right side of my car. You see, the car ahead of me had went forward and so I followed suite and when they stopped, I stopped too. The next thing I knew, I heard a loud bang towards the right side of my car and I knew for sure something has gone wrong. As I turned my head to the right, there it was. A motorcyclist who had fallen off his motorcycle and had rolled from the back to the driver's door of my car.

I freaked out not only for the reason that he had slammed my car but because his finger was bleeding from the looks of it AND it's the very first time in my 4 years of driving that I've been in an accident. He just broke my clean record streak. While my first instinct was to check my car, a part of me also remembered all these tricks of motorcyclists hitting the back of your car then robbing you when you get down so I stayed inside and grabbed my phone...without knowing who to call. My initial thought was obviously daddy but it was pretty early and I didn't want to give him such a rude awakening. A notification then came from Kevin who messaged the office group WhatsApp and I had found my victim.

In tears and inaudible sounds, I called him up and probably gave HIM a shock too. Several motors started forming around me (!!!) and the guy who had slammed me simply walked to the side of the road clutching his left pinky that began to bleed a little more than before. These random motorists started to tell me to send the stranger (From now on I shall just call him Abang N) to a nearby clinic in my car and demanded that I stop being on the phone. "You hantar je, jangan call sudah, you hantar!!!" they went. It just means, "Send him, quit calling, just send him!!!" in case you didn't know Bahasa Malaysia that well.