I got into a minor scrape while on my way to Holland Village for dinner last night.
It was raining but I was doing my thing i.e. being safe.
However, this hmstrfckr of a driver came along and nearly sideswiped me after the right turn from Farrer Road into Holland Road.
As a reflex action, I jammed on the brakes but Le Poots skidded and I took a tumble.
(Yes, I know I could’ve corrected the skid but hindsight is always 20/20.)
Anyway, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I took the impact of the fall on my left side so I have contusions/abrasions on my elbow and left leg.
My phone bore the brunt of it though:
Guess Gorilla Glass ain’t as strong as Titanium huh.
Anyway, I picked myself up, dusted myself and my bruised body/ego off and continued on to dinner.
It was only after dinner that I realised Pooters was missing a cylindrical plate.
I was, like: do I go look for it? Do I just send Pooters to the mechanic and ask him to order a new part for it?
On a whim, I thought: OK, I’ll just sweep the area and if I find the plate, I find it; if I don’t, I don’t.
I found it!
So this is the third year of the ongoing motorcycle insurance saga, which I’m sure all 25 of you – my long-time, loyal readers and fans – are following very closely.
If you need to get up to speed, please read:
- Dear NTUC Income; and
- Human beings are like currents…
This year, I’m proud to announce that the ‘Renew’ button has reappeared on the NTUC Income website:
Also, my premium has gone down to $230.03 (from $322.58 the previous year and $295.21 the year before), after a $10 rebate which NTUC Income is supposed to mail to me within a fortnight.
BTW I did scout around for another insurer this year. DirectAsia had my attention for a while; it was cheaper (by approximately $5) but I realised I’d have to pay $600 in excess if I were to make a claim.
I’ve been accident-free since ’05 (and I’m hoping to stay that way for the rest of my years!) but NTUC Income still offers the best option in the worst-case scenario.
So well done, NTUC Income – you get to keep my business for another year.
Ladies and gentlemen, presenting… THE PUTTRESS DUSTBIN-BUTTRESSED FORTRESS!
If a cyclist like Freddy Khoo wasn’t even spared, what more a poor scooter, eh?
Hence, I’ve been forced to erect a barricade around Pooters to prevent douchebag drivers from:
- Scraping against Pooters;
- Knocking against its side mirrors/IU; or worse –
- Manhandling my poor scooter and shifting it every which way, if only to suit their own selfish convenience.
P.S. my scooters is called Pooters, but for some strange reason that only he can fathom, my father pronounces Pooters as “Puttress”…
P.P.S. in case you don’t know why Pooters is Pooters.