Bro, let me help you with that!

An insight of Malaysian Traffics

I've always fascinated by all the passer by who would help somebody stranger in the middle of the road. i mean, where do they have the time to stop and give a helping hand to somebody else who has just met in an accident on the road. and, I've got to tell you guys, Malaysians are master in doing such!

i mean they will really stop in the middle of the rush hour, to do something good! and, if you brought racism into this, saying that that fellow wont stop and help people because he's from different races and all. go to hell man! racism is down in the drain in Malaysia, well, a big part of it. because some racist buggers still linger around in Malaysia!

a story of mine then, do you'll know the bike that consumes the least amount of petrol?? it's the bike that i ride to work! Modenas Kriss, ever heard of it?? it's this old bike from the 2003 i think, it's slow, i can see cars and other bikes passing me and my reaction would be like :

Modenas Kriss 2

              "Dudeeee, where are you going??" Because when traffic starts to get congested in Malaysia, we Malaysian Bikers have our own wayy of getting over it. We literally go through the traffic! And i would be giving the weirdest smile ever to the people who was going pass me so fast in their cars while they're sitting in their car with their air conditioner turned on! In you face car driver!!!!! hahahaha! Going through the traffics is much fun! Just going left and right and honing at dumb drivers! you know, it's fun.

This doesnt make sense, but it looked cool. right?

And that's about my bike, it's light, easy, cheap! BUT even with all these awesome stuffs, i ran out of gas one day! can you imagine, i finished my work, and i was jumping up and down to the fact that I'm going back home! but, my bike had just to stop in the middle of the road because it ran out of gas! I'll tell, it's the worst feeling ever! not the worst, i thought it could be some workout sessions for me to push the bike all the way to a petrol station of some 700 metres away! 700 metresss!!!! thank god a traffic police guy was around to show me the wayy.

i was pushing like this guy here

After I've pushed for like some 300 metres, i was practically bathing in sweat! seriously! And here is where the story gets it's name from. A guy, a random guy, in a bike just stopped beside me and asked :

         "Bang, minyak habis keh? mai saya tolak" Which means, "Bro, out of gas? I'll push you to the station"

Pushing in a sense that he'll place his foot on my pedal and push it with his bike. I first said, "Bro, it's alright, I'm getting closer already". But that guy refused, he insisted he want to help me! My heart was in a winter season all of a sudden, OMG, does people like this still exist? Let alone in Malaysia! He pushed me to the station and i thought of buying him a can of red bull, but he just went of waving his hands to me! I mean, this guy is legendary for me! He's this really simple mechanic by the looks i would say, but, that doesn't matter at all. He's a Malay, and I'm an Indian, but he didn't care about races all, he just wanted to help this fellow who was pushing his bike to the petrol station! It's awesome to see these kind of people ! Seriously. Malaysia is a blended society of different races, more like a traditional Malaysian food called "rojak". It's good to be here!