Look, I know moaning about Malaysians when it comes to etiquette on the road is about as imaginative as complaining about the service you get in government departments (read: it isn't) but it had to be done. After all, passive anger is about as healthy as a large helping of Hokkien Mee with extra pork rind. (read: it isn't too)
To kick things off, how difficult is it for you to signal when you are switching lanes?! I mean, you can reach out to grope your girl's thigh, pick a CD out of your pouch after stretching for it from your glove compartment, do your best impression of an orchestra conductor (with 2 hands!) but still find it too cumbersome to raise a finger and flick on your signal lights!
Which is why, these days, I refuse to allow a vehicle into my lane if said vehicle's signal indicator isn't blinking. There's nothing more annoying than having to hit the brakes after a car just decides to swerve into your lane as if she owns the road. See what I did there? I implied that females are bad drivers. Pretty clever, huh? My sense of humour astounds me sometimes.
Xenon lights. Another one of the devil's creations. I know, your ride will look pimped up and fly with those things on (is that how the cool kids describe it these days?), but show some courtesy and stop blinding, well, just about everyone else on the road!
Since I am on a roll, hey, why not have a go at tail-gating as well? I totally understand if the car in front of you is hogging up the fast lane, but what is the point of tail-gating when the fast lane is crowded? What are you going to do? Tail-gate every last one of them until you get a clear run at the road?
We're all busy people and would love for the fast lane to part for us like the Red Sea, but tail-gating is not only the wrong way to do it, it's dangerous as well. What is the right way, you ask? Why, win an election and start hiring outriders, of course. Because if you're a politician, your time is more important than everyone else's by default. Pricks.
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