So yes, I had another brush with "the law", and this time, its taken something away from me that has become such a big part of me, its so hard to believe its gone. My freedom, my liberation, my driving license.
I got caught in a stupid way, doing a stupid thing late in December. LTA got wise very soon, I was called for investigation (in fact, I GAVE myself to them). I appealed by way of compassion and got a rejection. Court was set, there I was today. I prepared a nice speech, I brought my appeal letter. It was all in vain. I got fined S$1200 and all my driving licenses disqualified for 12 months.
Today in retrospect, I've been riding/driving for almost 7 years. That's almost 7 years of non-Public Transport taking I've been doing. That's 7 independent years of being out, doing what I want, and ferrying people around. That's 2 court sessions, multiple fines and several thousands in purchases and repairs. And now.. its back to MRT, bus and walking. Cabs on the occasion I suppose. More time gone down the drain.
What do I do without the van that I've gotten so attached to? Kamoka has been such a boon to my relationship with Shermy. 1 trip of sending shermaine home and back usually took me 1 hour. Today, the trip back from her place took me 1 hour. That's excluding the bus ride and walk home too. What about Kendo equipment? My mobile home has been raided and shutdown. Man. I'm left in the lurch.
So folks, what can we learn from this?
NEVER.. NEVER ride/drive without proper vehicle insurance. And NEVER hope for compassion from the law.
Here's a composition I wrote when I had a heavy fine imposed on me (2002):
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The Joys of Life (A Rider’s Perspective)
It’s not the big things that define what life is. There’re too few and far between. They come and are soon gone. Be it a sensitive lover, or a wonderful parent. For me, it’s the little things: like a smile meant just for me, my work rewarded by simple thanks, or just… the perfect ride.
It’s in the quick spurts of power (aka pleasure) through the responsiveness of twisting the throttle and getting rewarded by sheer growling power: power that you can control in and out of a beautiful bend. The exhilaration of being close to the ground beneath that just rushes by. The quick flick of the eye to reaffirm the speedo is at a respectable point. Feeling one’s body precariously hanging off the growling, road-devouring beast, all the while almost touching the passing asphalt.
It’s not the showing off, for no one but your machine knows what you’ve been up to. It’s not the ego-boost, for everyone feels he’s better than another. No, it’s just the holistic feeling of being in total control on that excruciatingly perfect lean of any long deep corner - anywhere.
By and by, such moments get reduced. THEY come in and impose odd restrictions and limiters on your machine. They develop new-fangled products to keep you in check. They constantly redefine the imposed system of control. “Lead a mundane life, be a loyal and obedient servant!” You will be fine (not FINED) if you follow these tenets. Clones: is that why they make creativity an essential module for our poor young? And yet they limit you to walking speeds and expect adventurous, risk-taking entrepreneurs? Perhaps they should reconsider this positively (negative) repressive approach.
Our joys get blacked-out and tossed into the past. What about the irresponsible and the criminal? Why shoot-down the lone wolf? His life is his own, is it not? His is not to run with the pack.
They take away the joys of life, and leave us with nothing. Soon, we’ll not only be told how to be courteous, but also how to start smiling again—for soon dreariness shall set in, and the right to one’s happiness… revoked.
When that day comes, I shall look for a sure means of flight. Cut the strings that bind me and carry on flying to my own. I want to keep my little joys always. Fight the power. Don’t let yours get taken away.
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So now that its been taken away.. do I fly? Nah.. times were different back then. I've got wings already. right shermy? =)