It started with two Indian dudes on a motorbike gesticulating to my front tyre. I pulled over and they said there was smoke coming out of my tire. I was a bit hesitant. I didn't see any smoke. They asked me to go back in and step on the brakes. I didn't see what it would do as the car was stationary but obliged them.
From my car I saw them calling me out and when I did look I saw a slight wisp of smoke coming out inside the hub cap.
"Boss break fluid bocorlah. Tengok ada minyak."
"yeah..... " I wasn't convinced. The oil seemed smeared on inside the hub cap.
"Kita baru balik work shop. Saya panggil kawan mari tolong ok?"
After all i was along a busy highway and even they were to try to kidnap me or stick me up, there would bound to be some good Samaritans who would stop and help out. THEN I remember I am not in Seremban. I'm in KL where lily livered "concerned members of the public' have made viewing enfolding crime a spectator sport. I can see Tourism Malaysia's next desperate ad campaign:
"COME WATCH FROM A DISTANCE AS DRUG ADDLED TEENS ON MOTORCYCLES DRAG LITTLE OLD LADIES ALONG THE SHOPPING HAVEN OF BUKIT BINTANG BY THE STRAP OF THEIR FAKE COACH HAND BAGS!!!"
"WATCH WITHOUT INVOLVEMENT AS BODYGUARDS OF A POLITICIAN'S SON BEAT UP AN INNOCENT STUDENT IN KUALA LUMPUR'S HIPPEST CLUBS, HOST TO PAUL VAN DYKE, MOBY AND THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS !!!"
"SEE ROAD BULLIES TRASH LADIES CAR IN TRAFFIC JAM!!!! FREE VIEWING. NO INTERFERENCE NECESSARY AS OUR ROADS ARE WIDE AND TREE LINED FOR AMPLE VIEWING COMFORT IN THE SHADE!!!"
So anyway I felt physically safe but I hate to admit this, but two Indian dudes on a bike, trying to help me? Coincidentally they work in a work shop and they have a friend who has a tow truck?
My mum will be seething and quietly breaking coconuts in the local temple to cure her generalizing racist son of this malady if she were to hear this. BUT I WAS suspicious......
So I basically told them politely to sod off. The older fellow told me to drive carefully and they went on their way.
I called up Mr Yap from Shell and I said there might be smoke from my tires and some oil leaking. He also said it could be a faulty break line.
Now I had to drive to Subang from the city. Luckily I was near the Musuem. I could get to Subang without that many traffic lights and with my Smart card reader I could coast through the toll booths in low gear without braking.
THEN I realized the extent of bloody Malaysian drivers!!!!!! We know the majority of us suck BUTTTTTT when you're not trying to use your brakes??????????
Cars bolt out in front of me without signaling, people are cutting in right, left and center, bloody Kancil drivers are racing with each other, cutting in and out of traffic AND THEY ALL EXPECT OTHER CARS TO STOP FOR THEM!!!! The indicator signal is of course something to be used THE PRECISE MOMENT ONE PULLS OUT OF ONE'S OWN LANE.
Holy shit. Playing with the gears, I used the brake sparingly with visions of my Sentra looking like it tried to butt hump an 18 wheeler trailer transporting communications pylons if the brakes failed on me at some traffic light. It was a looooonng drive to Subang Jaya.
Ultimately it sounds like I almost got conned. My brakes are fine ("a little low on fluid but we can top up for you Mr Chindy"). They must have squirted oil onto my tires and probably stuck a lit cigarette inside the hub cap.
But an eye opener nonetheless at the hazards of Malaysian drivers and the opportunists that prey on the unsuspecting.
Also did I mention the idiot that insisted on STILL driving a car with potentially leaking brake fluid?