The day the police wanted me to kill me.

Last Sunday, I attended a funeral in Membakut. It was my dad’s half sister’s hubby who passed away after suffering a stroke 3 months ago. He was in a semi-conscious state since then and finally breathed his last on Friday.

However, this entry is not about the funeral, it is what happened to me on the way back to KK. I was driving my dad’s kembara with my nephew sitting on the front passenger side while my parents were at the back.

My brother was driving my sister’s Matrix. Together with him was his wife, my sister and my other nephew.

While passing through Kinarut, the medium sized single-lane road, I was driving not so slow and not too fast either cuz the road was a bit zig-zag, so quite dangerous.

Then out of the corner, a VIP convoy appeared and was going the opposite direction. In front was the police escort, in a Waja. I heard their siren just about the same time that I saw them.

Suddenly, the police Waja swerved into my lane! I uttered “SIAL!” and swerved the car out of the road to avoid crashing head on! I think the left side tyres went off the road but I managed to slow the car down and direct it back on to the tarred road.


If my parents weren’t in the same car, I would have uttered some more nasty words!
Can you imagine that? The police wanted the cars going the opposite direction to slow down by threatening to ram your car.

What if I wasn’t quick enough to avoid that sonofabitch?

What if there was a kid playing on the side of the road at that time? Who should I ram? The kid or the VIP convoy? I would very much ram those suckers!

When we stopped-over in Melinsung, I asked my brother who was driving behind me if he saw what happened, his answer surprised me.

The police did the same thing to him!

Is this the “correct” procedure of asking cars to slow down?

And another thing.. why do we have to slow down when we aren’t blocking the road? He was escorting a couple of Ninjas with tinted screen - all of them went super-fast. To show respect?

If he was escorting a coffin then I will show respect. I think I’ll slow down if it was the ambulance or fire-engine.

I was really angry at that time and even now, as I am writing this, my anger seems to boil up again! Even my dad, who is very timid, was complaining about it.

The police are all up in arms trying to get the accident statistics down but what happened that day was quite the opposite.

BUDUH PUNYA PULIS! SIAL!

*sorry.. just have to let that out!

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