The Motorcycle Accident

**This is a repost to commemmorate the 2nd anniversary of the “could-have-been-fatal” motorcycle accident I was in.**

I can still see images of me slamming head-on onto the blue Proton Iswara’s back. I can still hear the thump when I fell about 5 metres from the crash site, in the middle of a busy road. The eerie silence that was there when I was literally flying through the air after the impact. Honestly, I still have flashes of those scenes during some bad nightmares.

Well, it was the Thursday afternoon of March 2nd, 2006. I’ve just completed the final paper for my 3rd year 1st Semester examinations. I was up all night studying for the paper. Now I was free. One month of holidays is about to follow. I planned to go back to Klang after a week of “lepak”ing in SP and Penang with my medical-student frenz. Furthermore, I was in charge of handling the music and amps and mics and speakers for a jamboree on Saturday the 4th, organized by the Medic students for the new batch of freshies.

It was exactly 12pm. I just finished taking a looooonnngggg fag session with some guys as I exited the exam hall early (I never sit in the whole allocated time period). I bought some lunch, and planned to go get a haircut and then get back home for a nice “tapau’d” lunch, then watch some movie and then go get some much needed sleep. I met Kana and Mohan in the cafeteria. They called me for another fag session. I declined. Ohhh… how I wish I wud’ve accepted their offer. Instead, I was gonna get fucked. Big Time.

After my haircut, I was flying thru the road like a demon on wheels. As I was going thru the “BLM highway”, a car overtook me with the left signal blinking. As there was a junction coming up, I naturally assumed the car was gonna turn left. I was still going on the special bike lane at bout 80km/h, below the speed limit of 90km/h and the capacity of my Honda EX5, 120km/h.

Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere, the bastard who overtook me decided to stop his fucking car right at the fucking junction, and proceeded to open his car door. As there was another car beside me, I couldnt swerve anywer, so i just hit the brakes. Too fucking late. The last thing I remember was shouting “FUUCCKK!!!!!”.

I hit the back of the Proton Iswara full force. I literally flew over the car and landed on the road. My bike had crushed inwards AND did a fucking somersault to land up-side down.

It took a few seconds to regain my bearings. Then, I realised I was lying on the path of another oncoming car. I dunno how I did it, but I managed to roll out sideway to be clear of the impending danger. A shot of rage burst up and i got up in a split second. I took off my helmet with my right hand and was determined to take a beef with that motherfucker-driver and smack him silly. As I started walking towards him, I realised something was wrong with my left hand. It was…. abnormal. All of a sudden, my balls shrunk to the size of peanuts and I became a wuss. I managed to get my frens on the fone and called them. They were on the scene within 5 mins.

First on the scene was Thiba. He saw my bike 1st before seeing me, and feared the worst by just looking at the condition of my bike (or what was left of it). Then the others came. Rajesh drove Satiya and Kana to the scene. They examined me, and fucking burst out laughing. Only then I realised that the only thing wrong with me was my hand, which was confirmed to have a dislocated bone, and a probable broken one too. The rest of me was fucking fine. No blood, no scratches, nothing. Zip. Nada. Except for a tiny, and I mean tiny, scratch on my stomach, as I landed tummy first on the road. Very good considering my bike had lost its front end and cost RM500 to repair. If you had seen my bike at that moment, you’d swear that I’d be lying in a pool of blood with multiple broken bones.

With the sly negotiation skills of some of my friends, we managed to avoid making a police report. Why? Coz my license had expired 3 days back and I was too busy with my exams to get them renewed. To make matters worse, my road tax and bike insurance had also expired without me knowing. The Iswara guy agreed to let the matter go since both our vehicles were damaged. His car’s boot had totally crushed inwards, and there were ripple effect near his doors! So you could imagine the force that was exerted in that collision. He also pitied me with my deformed hand, so, we drove off in different ways to settle our own issues.

The guys brought me to SP hospital, and imagine my surprise to find some guys there already before me. After waiting for 1 hour to get X-Rayed, and another hour to get admitted, they brought me to the ortho ward. Eric and Vinod were there as they just finished their classes at the hospital, and I also heard there was a big congregation at the hospital lobby wanting to see me. That is the type of frens everyone longs for, and which I am greatful to have.

I waited for 5 hours without painkillers, and finally, the doctors came and proceeded to bring me into the P.O.P. room to get my dislocated radius back into place, and put on a cast for the fracture. Athena and Rama were there to “comfort” me, and as soon as the medical staff began pulling my arm to get the bone back into its place, I felt the most physically painful experiece in my life. And, according to Athena, I also had the longest and most vulgar non-stop cussing session during those painful moments. And also the loudest she’d heard.

I was discharged that night. The following day, Saturday, I was in my place handling the amps and music for the jamboree, thanx 2 the enormous support from many AIMSTers. It was also the debut of my alter ego MC RaDiuz, christened by my rapping partner, Rama, where I performed a freestyle rap with Rama, Mogan, Giri and Aylwin.

And I also got an A+ for the paper I sat for on the day of the accident.