It was a wet and slippery day on the roads this evening.
And here I was cruising at about 80km/h behind a cab on the Ayer Rajah Expressway, deep in thought and humming away to the tune on the radio when the taxi decided it would skid, swerve and come to a 90 degree stop right infront of me.
I pee-ed in my pants. And stomped on the brakes. Caught a split-second glimpse of the white-faced passengers in the backseat with my oncoming 'juggernaut' of a Renault fast approaching their left door.
The ABS kicked it instantly and I felt the brake pedal shudder and pulsate. Thankfully, the car didn't slip and slide one bit and I was able to glance quickly at my left wing mirror before making a sharp dive into the left lane, missing the front of the taxi by a toenail.
If not for the fact that I wasn't speeding, not really tail-gating, only dreaming abit and for this wonderful invention they call the Anti-lock Brake System, I would have ploughed right into the taxi. I don't think the Japanese tin-can would have stood a chance against a Gallic soup-pot. Plus his left side would have been virtually vulnerably exposed.
Thank God for a NCAP 5-Star safety rating. I shouldn't be calling you a bitch anymore darling Ren Ren and I promise you I won't be oogling that Italian Stallion liao =))
I may be laughing now but I was still shaking when I picked J for dinner =S