Roadside Terror Part Deux BY -D-

not far from the traffic light junction connecting the road leading to KB, Muara and Berakas Garrison, considering you are heading towards KB, you can see a chinese cemetery to your left, just behind a small hill not far from the road....

the early nineties. way before we familiarise with the decoder, and we only had 3 basic TV channels, all offering little to nothing past 12 midnight at the time. a time when the internet had yet to appear in Brunei, when only a few shops open past 12, offering little to those who stay up past that time and who are in the mood to go out. among one late night past times that i'm aware of during those times were basically late night speeding...

such was the case for my older brother, with the vigor of youth and a newly acquired driving license in his hands. he and a bunch of friends would carpool in 2 or 3 cars and speed their way through the stretch of road connecting Muara and KB. in this one particular night of which the story takes place, they only had 2 cars at the time, and not so many people to carry around. most of them rode on my brother's car, while the other one only had it's driver...

my brother was taking the lead, despite carrying 3 extra weights with him, while the other car was not far behind, as their engines roared through the road, passing a red light, and eventually, the cemetery mentioned earlier. not a kilometre after the cemetery, a friend of my brother who rode at the back asked him to turn around. as it turned out, the car behind them had swayed out of the road and into the guard rails.

it wasn't a really big accident, just a huge, long scratch on the left side of the car due to it's contact with the rail. the driver, however was in a severe case of shock; pale, sweating, trembling, and completely speechless. my brother and the others found it pathetic to worry that much over such a small incident and laughed a bit at the driver. the next day, the driver, his friend, fell ill for 2 whole weeks, never spoke a word till he got better.

2 weeks later, as my brother came to visit him, one of the first sentence he spoke to my brother was: "Banar inda kau nampak malam atu kah?"

"nampak apa...?" my brother replied. as it turned out, when they were speeding past the cemetery, his friend driving the other car, saw something dangling on top of one of the tall street lights ahead. when he got a closer look at it, it was a decapitated foot, tied to a piece of cloth, and left to hang on the lamp. after that, he blacked out for bit, and when he came into, his car was already rubbing against the rails.

moral of the story; i don't give a damn if you've got some pimped out engine, or a kick ass stereo on your car, for f*** sake, some people have jobs and are trying to sleep, goddammit!!!