So I was at the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards 2011 at Putrajaya Marriott. It was fun.
Had a great time, then off we go to Zouk for the after-party. It was free entry, so I don’t mind going.
Spent 3 hours there, didn’t do much. Drank complimentary bottles of Heineken, covered with smoke and talked with people. Fun too, I guess.
The aftermath, as stated in the earlier entry, didn’t happen in Zouk.
It happened after we left Zouk. On the way back, I was cruising on the highway. Took an exit, and…
WAHHH, POTHOLE! BAMMM!!!
After the split-second incident, there were bumpy sounds from the wheel. This is, on the other hand, wasn’t fun at all.
Stopped by the road and…
Wa. Lao. Eh…!! At 4am in the morning, my car hit a wicked pothole! You gotta be kidding me!
My tyre went flat straight away. The rim has slight dents, but luckily it was alright.
Friggin’ 2 inch pierce straight into the side of the tyre. I tell you what – the pothole must be doing it right.
Before proceeding, I must say that I’ve never experienced a flat tyre. I think I know how to change a flat tyre, but have never done it before.
Fortunately, I wasn’t alone.
Ernest, being the most experienced one, took charge and gave instructions as though we’re on a military training to fix a battle tank.
We obliged, our survival was at stake or else the enemies would have discovered our shortcomings and launched a torpedo straight towards us.
The hardest part was to unscrew the nuts. Previously when the tyres were changed, the mechanic used the screwing machine. Prreewwwwwww!!!
I wished I had that weapon on board, but too bad we had to prove our macho-ness – our manly strength. Ernest, Jian and I took turns trying to be Hulk. Chee Ching was our medic – in case we injure ourselves. wtf.
We kicked, pushed, pressed, f*cked (cursed at the wheel), snapped photos (evidently yours truly) and finally, one by one – the nuts came out – like FINALLY!
Oh wait, I may not be in the photos but I helped too okay – just that nobody took photos of me when I was working my biceps, triceps and abs! Heh.
So after 40 minutes, the flat tyre was replaced and we drove back to base safely, and in 1 piece. Our commander must be proud of us.
But for me, it didn’t end there. The next morning I went to a nearby military base to get the tyre patched and be done with it, or so I thought.
But the engineer said that the wound is too severe and it can’t be patched anymore. It wouldn’t work.
So reluctantly, I had to buy a single new tyre for… RM200!
Shit happens. Eventually, money flushes away because of that. But it’s always an experience.
Know what, it’s almost like an entrance fee (+ some booze maybe) for Zouk already. Great!
There you go, the something “unexpected” that happened on the way back home from Zouk. Really unexpected right?!
But this experience is definitely gonna leave a battle scar in my life, more of… a pothole trauma!
Coz now onwards, whenever I drive towards an oncoming pothole, I’ll definitely go…
*turns steering wheel frantically*
Screw you, pothole!