It was a two-way single lane road. they call dis the devil bend. the side was all engulf with trees and vegetation.

it was fun until the tragedy happened.

the white starlet lost control, its front left tyre punctured, and turned right finally stopping. the oncoming yellow evo saw, stop on the lane of the oncoming traffic, went down to help the starlet. the picanto, behind the evo, negotiated the bend. it lost control. hit the barrier. its left headlight and bonnet was deformed. couldnt recover in time, it went straight into the evo parked on the other side of the road. its right headlamp went bust. the evo back bumper was gone. Oil was leaking underneath. I could hear the crash happening. i was juz seconds behind.

the starlet was fast. perhaps too fast. the evo was helpful. perhaps too helpful.

fortunately, no one was injured. but the damage suffered by all 3 cars was very high. the chassis of all 3, the tyre of the starlet. the starlet would most probably be scraped.

we were not racing. we were juz a group of car enthusiast hanging out together, going to places together. No1 wanted such things to happen. dis few road experiences really made me think. the value of kinship, the value of friendship, the value of life.