tyres have this "thing" against me.
it happened to me again.
only this time, it's not at 6pm in ttdi, nor was it at 9pm somewhere in cyberjaya. this is time, it's at 4FREAKING30 AM at NKVE! (the flyover from ttdi to bangsar, thank god). a punctured tyre! (dinie, amirul, charlie, go ahead and laugh)
i ran over a rock at puchong, on the way to cyberjaya. i thought i missed it, but i was driving's my dad's waja, and i couldn't estimate the lenght, so i accidently ran over it. i thought it was nothing, because there was no instant noise (like the kelisa would produce). and on the way back, it was fine too. but it was when i passed the bukit kiara's cemetery that it started to rattle.
stopped the car, switch on the hazard lights, and checked the tyre. it was too wrecked for me to get to bangsar. a few cars passed, but they didn't bother to stop. i don't blame them. i'd do the same. i drove, hoping that i could get back home in that condition, but i saw a petrol station up ahead. wee!
when i stopped, a proton saga had slowed down their car and drove to petronas. and they helped me out. thank god.
the screws were goddamn hard to take out. the guy was big and well-built, and plays rugby. he stood and jumped on the wrench and it won't budge. then there's this skinny lorry driver came to help, and he just used his hands to open the screw. way to go.
by 5 everything was done. phew~ i have to go to the workshop tomorrow and fix the bloody tyre before my mom finds out. argh! it's a good thing i stopped before i did any damage to the rim. god knows how much THAT is gonna cost me. now, i am going to cook nasi goreng and cherish this incident till the day i die, thank you.
only this time, it's not at 6pm in ttdi, nor was it at 9pm somewhere in cyberjaya. this is time, it's at 4FREAKING30 AM at NKVE! (the flyover from ttdi to bangsar, thank god). a punctured tyre! (dinie, amirul, charlie, go ahead and laugh)
i ran over a rock at puchong, on the way to cyberjaya. i thought i missed it, but i was driving's my dad's waja, and i couldn't estimate the lenght, so i accidently ran over it. i thought it was nothing, because there was no instant noise (like the kelisa would produce). and on the way back, it was fine too. but it was when i passed the bukit kiara's cemetery that it started to rattle.
stopped the car, switch on the hazard lights, and checked the tyre. it was too wrecked for me to get to bangsar. a few cars passed, but they didn't bother to stop. i don't blame them. i'd do the same. i drove, hoping that i could get back home in that condition, but i saw a petrol station up ahead. wee!
when i stopped, a proton saga had slowed down their car and drove to petronas. and they helped me out. thank god.
the screws were goddamn hard to take out. the guy was big and well-built, and plays rugby. he stood and jumped on the wrench and it won't budge. then there's this skinny lorry driver came to help, and he just used his hands to open the screw. way to go.
by 5 everything was done. phew~ i have to go to the workshop tomorrow and fix the bloody tyre before my mom finds out. argh! it's a good thing i stopped before i did any damage to the rim. god knows how much THAT is gonna cost me. now, i am going to cook nasi goreng and cherish this incident till the day i die, thank you.