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 yo...