'kranji camp. chua chu kang way. please go by bukit batok road, thank you.'
that the standard phrase i use when i enter the cab after spending my night's off at my aunts. and that phrase is detailed enough for the driver to understand where i want to go and which route to take. so i can sit back, realx and either talk on the phone or cook up plans for the weekends (always therepeutic). last week however was slightly different.
the cab just turned into chua chu kang way after travelling along a good stretch of bukit batok road. c.c.k. way is really a busy road, what with it being one of the main roads for drivers to reach home after a long day at the office. also, with an lrt station (keat hong to be exact) and a petrol station situated somewhat opposite each other along the road, it's really no surprise that its filled with as much people as it is with cars. so the 'busy-ness' of the road at that time (about late ten-ish) was quite usual.
the cab driver was just passing by the petrol station when this car (i forgot what colour) did a u-turn from the opposite direction onto our direction, (clearly) without looking both ways before deciding to step on the gas pedal and winging it.
really stupid thing to do by the way.
sudden brakes by cabby, me propelling forward (i was brilliant enough not to wear a seat belt by the way. and the winner for dumbest person alive goes to...) and a bang right at the back causing me to lurch forward a second time. i freaked.
a motorcycle just banged into the right side of the cab because of the sudden braking by my cabby BECAUSE of the guy who did that u turn. asshole i tell you. to cut a long story short, i took another cab at the advise of the cab driver who, together with other driver-witnesses and the motorcyclist (who was thankfully unhurt aside from bruises and scratches) parked by the side of the road with the bastard to talk things out.
well, more like frantically scream innocence vs a group of drivers trying to calm themselves down and come up with a solution.
and because of the intensity of the traffic that you were reading about moments ago, it caused a jam that nearly spilled into bukit batok road itself.
i reached camp slightly later but in one piece, though slightly shaken.
my history with cab drivers, and now cabs itself, knows no bounds.
that the standard phrase i use when i enter the cab after spending my night's off at my aunts. and that phrase is detailed enough for the driver to understand where i want to go and which route to take. so i can sit back, realx and either talk on the phone or cook up plans for the weekends (always therepeutic). last week however was slightly different.
the cab just turned into chua chu kang way after travelling along a good stretch of bukit batok road. c.c.k. way is really a busy road, what with it being one of the main roads for drivers to reach home after a long day at the office. also, with an lrt station (keat hong to be exact) and a petrol station situated somewhat opposite each other along the road, it's really no surprise that its filled with as much people as it is with cars. so the 'busy-ness' of the road at that time (about late ten-ish) was quite usual.
the cab driver was just passing by the petrol station when this car (i forgot what colour) did a u-turn from the opposite direction onto our direction, (clearly) without looking both ways before deciding to step on the gas pedal and winging it.
really stupid thing to do by the way.
sudden brakes by cabby, me propelling forward (i was brilliant enough not to wear a seat belt by the way. and the winner for dumbest person alive goes to...) and a bang right at the back causing me to lurch forward a second time. i freaked.
a motorcycle just banged into the right side of the cab because of the sudden braking by my cabby BECAUSE of the guy who did that u turn. asshole i tell you. to cut a long story short, i took another cab at the advise of the cab driver who, together with other driver-witnesses and the motorcyclist (who was thankfully unhurt aside from bruises and scratches) parked by the side of the road with the bastard to talk things out.
well, more like frantically scream innocence vs a group of drivers trying to calm themselves down and come up with a solution.
and because of the intensity of the traffic that you were reading about moments ago, it caused a jam that nearly spilled into bukit batok road itself.
i reached camp slightly later but in one piece, though slightly shaken.
my history with cab drivers, and now cabs itself, knows no bounds.
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