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I have a horn and I’m not afraid to use it

I’m as nice on the road as the next guy, which in Kota Kinabalu might not be such a good thing.

Woosh!

I follow the speed limit. Closely. If you want to drive 30km per hour, I’m all for that: it doesn’t wear out your breaks, you can stop in a heartbeat, you can get out for a walk while your car drives along at the same speed…

But for Pete’s sake, keep to the left and let me pass. I like driving the speed limit so that I can get to where I’m going without having to race. Besides, did you know fuel consumption is optimal when you’re driving faster than 50km per hour but slower than 80? So drive a little faster (just a little) and get more kilometres per litre.

I have a horn and I’m not afraid to use it

Malaysians are terribly embarrassed by a honking horn. Especially if they for a fact know that they’re in the wrong. They never honk at others – a dog in the road, a child running across the street, some punk walking in the middle of the road, a car in your lane coming towards you. You never hear a honk.

I’m South African – we champion the horn and use it whenever there’s even a suggestion of a possibility of an accident. The louder the horn, the better, because in situations that warrants the use of a horn, you want to get attention quickly.

Queue Jumpers

I was in a queue yesterday coming from Wisma Merdeka waiting, patiently might I ad, for my turn to turn towards Warisan Square along Centrepoint. I was third from the front after a long queue and a few traffic-light cycles. As the light turned green, a Kancil zoomed past the queue and pushed in two cars ahead of me. I was annoyed – it happens often.

For a change the two lanes going from the traffic light down to Warisan were clear and the cars where moving quickly, no jam. I changed lanesĀ  to the left (signaling with my indicator, of course), and ended up behind the Kancil who jumped the queue.

Near the pedestrian crossing in the middle of the road, on double yellow lines with traffic queued but flowing, he signaled and applied the brakes to stop, which would have effectively caused traffic to grind to a halt.

The little annoyance from him jumping the queue morphed to outrage and I slammed down on the horn and didn’t let up. The Kancil driver obviously got a fright, and looked around startled – and so did all the pedestrians and the drivers in front and next to us – my horn still blaring. He knew he was doing wrong, felt humiliated by the horn and quickly sped up. Only then did I ease off the horn.

He got on the phone to call whoever he was going to wait for to tell them he had to circle around, the time he saved jumping the queue, wasted. I didn’t feel bad. In fact, I prevented a traffic jam and flamed him for jumping the queue; it made me smile.

If I flout the traffic rules or drive inconsiderately, I’m not perfect after all, do honk me. And I’ll do he same to you.

That way we keep KK traffic flowing, ok?

1 Comment

  • Olieee

    18 March 2008 at 23:26

    I liked this part… its true.. especially Sabahans are afraid to use their horn. But I don't, especially while passing a super slow driver on the fast lane. Yeah, that's what irritates me on most of my lovely morning drives to work. Don't be afraid to HONK ppl!! ;-))

    Let them know we have rules on the road coz they (drivers & pedestrians) don't own the road.. what ever that means.. haha..

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