It is one of these days that I was stopped by a patrol car. I saw the patrol car following pretty closely, and I picked up speed a little. The patrol car did the same, and then over took me from the right, and signaled me to stop by the side.

I did.

One of the officers told me to step out of the car, which I did.

He saw the sticker that resemblance their royal force’s, and they were questioning me what was it all about. I showed them my letter, and they finally convinced. Even for a small matter like this, it took them quite a fair bit of ‘judgment’.

Later that night, when I was spending a friend back after having dinner together, I stumbled upon a road block by the Road Transport Department (JPJ).

They stopped me, and I was pulled to the side. It was a massive operation where a lot of modified Protons and Perodua was stopped. My Nissan was the odd one, though. I pulled aside, and waited for an officer to approach me. A minute pass-by, and still no one. I reversed my car, engaged into first gear, and floored the accelerator.

No one chased me. I was probably too fast.

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