If there is a Nobel Prize for driving without signalling, Malaysians would win it hands down—no competition, no second place, no need for a recount. In fact, if there were an Olympics for lane-cutting without indicators, we’d have more gold medals than badminton. Forget about producing world-class engineers or scholars; our greatest contribution to humanity might just be normalising the art of swerving left or right without a flicker of that tiny, neglected stick beside the steering wheel.
Yes, the indicator—the poor, lonely limb of the vehicle—ignored, abandoned, left to gather dust as if its sole purpose was to decorate the steering column. Somewhere in Malaysia right now, a motorist is probably thinking, “Why use signal? My car is already handsome enough.” Backward thinking at its finest: a caveman logic applied to a modern machine.
The truth is, failing to use indicators is not just rude—it’s selfish. It’s the driving equivalent of farting in an elevator and pretending it wasn’t you. It endangers lives, sparks road rage, and yet these signal-phobic drivers act like they’re performing some kind of cultural rebellion. What are they afraid of? That using a signal will drain their car battery? That other drivers will discover their top-secret, highly classified, CIA-level turning plan?
Let’s call it what it is: laziness, arrogance, and a lack of basic road manners. It is not only unlearned—it is unteachable, because most of these drivers genuinely believe indicators are optional, like ordering extra sambal at a mamak stall. The backward mindset screams: “I paid road tax, therefore the road is mine.”
Meanwhile, the rest of us are forced into psychic gymnastics, guessing whether that shiny Myvi is planning to dive across three lanes like a migrating salmon. Instead of defensive driving, we practise fortune-telling—reading tyres, body language, even hand movements, because signals have long retired.
So here’s the pun, delivered with headlights on full beam: Malaysians love to signal virtue but not their vehicles. Until the day we relearn this basic courtesy, our roads will remain the Wild West—no law, no order, just chaos wrapped in asphalt.
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