Wednesday, August 23, 2006

::Check your blind spot.

Got into a near accident on Tuesday.
Was in a bad mood cause I just screwed up during bike practical that day.
I keep screwing up in my practical lessons cause I alwas check incorrectly.
All this checking kind of stuff is confusing.
They only tell you where to check, but they don't tell you what to check for.
I mean, like check in this direction, but check in this direction for what?
Maybe some people can handle that, but I find it confusing.
Maybe something wrong with my brain la.

Anyway, I decided to go cycling to work off my bad mood.
I was cycling near the AMK bus interchange where there's a left turn and I was going straight. Then suddenly this red car came up beside me, tried to turn, realised I was there, braked and horned.
Scary thing is that I could only see it when it was right beside me.
I dodged, mercifully it could stop in time, and we both went on our way.
(For your info, it's collision type. #4: The Left Hook in this article here.
Btw, it is a good article, but apply the tips as you see fit cause in my experience, some of them may have undesirable consequences)
I was pissed, like "Wah lau, crap car, think I'm slow cause I'm a bicycle and try to turn in front of me! #^$%%&^$&!!!!"

Then my sister suggested that maybe the driver didn't see me cause he didn't check his blind spot.
Strangely after hearing that, I was less angry.
Cause I myself always don't check blind spot.
Then I get scolded by the SSDC instructor.
So I forgave that driver cause, everyone will make mistakes la, besides, he didn't kill me, and it's also my fault for not being alert.... but now I will be more careful.
Guess it's fate's way of letting me know why I should check my blind spot on a motorbike or in a car.
To avoid squashing poor cyclists when I turn.
Well, now I understand, I understand.

I also learnt another thing, don't go on road if you're in a bad mood.
You'll be distracted with your own thoughts and less alert.
Even though it didn't look like it most of the time according to my sister, I knew I was considerably less alert that day.
Kind of dangerous.

~*~

While we were bringing the bikes down on Tuesday night, we shared the lift with two Indian guys with motorbike helmets.
They asked us, "You live here right?"
We were like, "Yes?"
Then they were like, "Do you know someone who lives here called Kumar?"
Well, we didn't.
Anyway, I met someone at my bike lesson called Kumar.
Don't know if he lives here though.

Then, I saw the guy who owns the Hayabusa parked downstairs washing (well, at least I think that's what he was doing, cause it was so dark I oculdn't see properly) his Hayabusa.
Awwwwww.