Scary day

Today is probably one that got straight off from a hollywood script. I woke up this morning, about 80% recovered from my sickness and straight away looked for the birthday cake sweet Phooi Fun bought for me because I was unwell to eat it yesterday. I never got to find it and i bet my family ate all of it. Dang!
Then the guys came and we load all the things up my friend's car. Can you believe it, we put our budget at RM80 and end up paying well over RM140. And come to think that Wen Sern is studying commerce and I'm in accountancy, that doesn't make us very bright huh? Together with Zentrox and Kuan Yong, we left for Port Dickson at 9.30 a.m.
Now the scary part.
All the way to Port Dickson, 3 out of 4 of us got really scared because one of us who was driving was going 0-80 kph in 5 sec, going 110 kph at normal trunk roads, 195 kph on the highway and overtaking cars on the left lane. I should have known it when i saw his car having traded paint with other various 'road obstacles'. All along the journey we crossed various speed bumps. His car scratched 9 out of 10 of them. We reached PD in no time.
When we reached our destination, we cooked staight away. It was a nice windy, sunshiny day and there were a few stranded logs around for us to sit. I realised that it was the same beach i came with my parents twice before. The weather made it all worth while, well at least for the first 15 minutes. After that, every damn thing including my undies were covered with sand. At least our chicken wings taste perfectly.
Kuan Yong never realised that my BBQ pit was rusty and full of cobwebs and he was the first with enough guts to put his wing on it. Bravo.
Wen Sern came up with an ingenius way to cook our food. He dug a sand pit, placed in it 2 tight sealed aluminium foil, 1 containing potatoes and the other chicken wings, burried it and started a fire on it. It would act like an oven and slowly cook the food. The problem was, he dug in too deep. After all the open burning, he took up the raw chicken wings and he didn't even bother to open the potatoes, which stays there till this very hour of this very day.
Then we started to cook other ultraordinary-extrauncommon-totally unBBQable-foodstuffs on our BBQ pit like pizzas, bread and spaghetti. The pizzas, which I made were a hit! By the time we reach spahgetti our tank was full. We drank loads of crazy stuffs too. We were supposed to stay till 5p.m but we gave up and left at 2.
Now, to make the above scary part scarier.
My friend made a u-turn on the beach. Unfortunately, the car got stuck on the sand. We tried to push it out of the trap but in vain. Then we realised that whenever my friend step on the gas pedal, only the right front wheel turns. Which means that the front car axel has a problem, and instead of having a front-wheel-drive, we were actually riding on a one-wheel-drive that goes 195kph in no time!(Engineers please take note) From then on we realised that the car has a tendency to swerve right even the driver didn't turn the steering.
Anyway, some guys from FAMA who were having a recreational session nearby help us out, and we were soon back at 80kph.
Now the scariest of all.
While 3 out of 4 of us were squelling out of fright and 1 out of 4 of us were beating the asphalt and corners ala Initial D, we encountered a road accident. While 1 out of 4 of us were giving a sharp 90 degree turn at 60 kph in 4th gear into an offroad from a trunk road, all of us heard a loud bang from behind. We quickly looked back and saw a bike flying like a paper plane along the road followed by a motorist. A Malay. The Malay landed on the road, and layed head down, motionless, his helmet smashed and flung far away. We hesitated but got down from our car to take a look. Blood were oozing out onto the tar from the body. His right shoulder was smashed. there was an indian motorist lying on the ground beside his own bike, with nothing more than body ache.
There was a mamak stall nearby and many people came out to help. Some men tried to move him but I suggested not to. Yet when I saw blood continued to pour out, I asked for a cloth from mamak stall and placed it on the injured part in the hope that the blood will clot. We picked up the debris, but then we realised that we can't let the body stranding on a 2 lane double-line trunk road, so we have no choice but to move him away as traffic were slowing down. When we turn him upward, I saw his eyes and I thought "Oh my god!please have mercy."
His head was covered with blood, his eyes and mouth half-opened. His blood dripped onto my hands. None of us know how to treat him. Luckily, we saw him still breathing. Then there was this old Makcik, wearing tudung and baju kurung, who ran out from no where and cried over the victim's body. By then, Wen Sern had called every damn emergency department like police, ambulance and even bomba. He was constantly dialing and for a second I thought he would go on calling other government agencies like Mardi, Risda or even 911 and FBI.
The accident took place in front of Methodist Hostel. Chee Kang should know because he and I had spent some 4 days staying there a few years ago. The bomba came first and the fella came down from their fire engines, scratching their heads and also don't know what to do. We left (what we chinese call, no eye see), and headed home on a 120kph joyride, always swerving dangerously to our right. We have no mood to stay in PD any longer.