後悔 - The NT$11 000 Coffee Break

On Tuesday, I made the biggest mistake of my year.

Just before I got on my bike to visit Dinna on my lunch break, Cankun called me to tell me that the second fried memory module had been replaced and I could come pick it up. This was good thing to happen No. 1.

As I rode along Zhongxiao East Rd I heard the sky rumble. I looked up at the looming storm clouds and wished I'd taken the MRT. I was going to get rained on when I rode back.

Approaching the intersection of Fuxing South Rd, the light turned orange. No one hear brakes for orange lights, and not when we're almost at the line.

Except for the idiot in a van in front of me.

BAM! I slammed into the left rear corner of his stupid, stupid car. I was still standing up. My bike was on its side. I had tried to get through the gap but it had been closed by the car in the left lane. I looked at my bike. Then I think I kicked it, swung at some cars. I should've kicked his stupid car, or maybe his stupid face. He got out of the car. He was tallish, fat, 40 with glass and chewing betelnut. Another, blonde guy appeared. I assumed he had heard the noise and wanted to stick his nose in it. It started to rain.

The fat fuck came over and started looking at his car. "You'll have to pay me," he said. What! Pay you! Why did you slam your brakes on?

He mumbled something in pathetic English about safe distances. I realised he had a point. I was fucking at fault in this. It turned out the blonde guy had actually had his bumper scratched by the fat guy. Shit. This could get complicated. Fortunately, he wasn't concerned.

I argued the toss with the fat fuck during which he kept threatening to call the cops.

Blondie said he had a friend who could help. The left rear taillight was smashed, the pillar and a small part of the rear glass was scratched, and the bumper was broken. The scratch on the pillar is nothing, I said, that's easy to fix. I was ignoring the scratch on the glass. Fuck that, I am not going to be up for a whole new sheet of glass. Blondie called his friend and told me the light would cost about 3K to fix, the bumper about 4K. "Don't worry it, should be less than 10 thousand," he said reassuringly. "Do you need me anymore?" he asked the fat fuck. Fatty waved him off. "Don't give him a hard time," Blondie said, indicating me. "Yeah," replied Fatty. Which of course, he then proceeded to do. He then called (presumably) the Ford Dealership and asked them what it would cost. 3000 for the light, 4000 for the bumper, 3500 for the pillar. Eleven point five K.

Actually, I've got a friend who can help you fix this, I said.

He wasn't interested, the chiselling bastard. He kept going on about calling the cops and hassling me about my license. Eventually I caved in. We agreed to move the cars.

After a frantic phone call to Jeremy from Bikefarm, then one to Dinna, and more haggling with him, I handed him eleven thousand bucks. What a cunt. I suggested my friend again and he didn't want to know. He wanted to take it to Ford to get it fixed. Yeah right.

I walked away with a scratch on my thumb, a banged knee and elbow, and a seriously injured wallet.

My bike wouldn't start. It didn't seem to be getting any spark. I found a place to park it and caught the MRT to grab a coffee for 10 minutes with Dinna.

Later in the evening, when I had time, I rode my bicycle out to where the Kawasaki was and had a look at it. The clutch lever was bent and broken, the bars slightly bent on one side, the front right indicator light was snapped off and the timing cover and flange was smashed. Fuck. At least it wasn't leaking any oil from the case. Inside, the ignition pickup coil was bent out of shape. I pushed it to a nearby mechanic who managed to massage it back into place. Success! It started, and he refused to take any money. That was good thing number two.

I rode to Bikefarm and inspected the bike more. I assumed I would have to import a new side cover but Jeremy said I could have it welded up for a few hundred NT. Really, the damage was not that bad at all. Adding it all up, I might even be able to keep it all under a couple of thousand NT. That was good thing number three.

I had been saving that money for so long: I have resisted temptation to spend it on crap for my bike, or music stuff. And then, in the blink of an eye, I had to hand it over to some chiselling moron who was obviously out to get me as he refused to have it fixed on my terms. If I ever see you again, I will follow you and I will slash your tyres.

Fuck.

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  1. Kerouac Cat says:

    Fuck those guys!

  2. Heather says:

    Oh my god! Im glad your okay.


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