Often there are idiot Taxis and sedans parked on the side of the road in front of Westin Bukit Bintang.
Or sometimes big tourist buses.
Anyway, Jalan Bukit Bintang is a very packed street as you might know it, and with the new Pavilion built, it definitely is getting worse.
So anyway, those taxis and sedans, they often really get on my nerve.
I want to take that small downhill road between Mariotts' and Westin to go and park in the carpark, but thanks to those taxis and sedans parked everywhere on the roadsides, it's very hard to steer my car without hitting the cones. And once I thought I have completed that part, I face another challenge, to maneuver my rather big car down the road.
There will be like big BMW 7-Series', S-Class, Harriers, Alphards, etc. parked to the sides and they are really "cockily" parked. Kind of grown used to it now, though.
And two days ago I was driving home after a bloody long (and rather shitty) day, and haha this subject is rather funny...
THE TAXIS ROAMING AROUND IN FRONT OF KLCC!
My god they are stupid and ignorant. Including the dumb people who fetch taxis there. Not that I'm saying "DON'T FETCH TAXIS", but please, don't take your sweet ass time walking towards the taxi enjoying every second of your life. Anyway back to the story, just left the carpark, so was taking a few rounds around KLCC, and I got stuck like right on front of the fountain area, because some idiot tourist(s) were talking to the taxi driver and probably negotiating the price I assume, so the patrol guards came over so he scolded them but the idiot taxi wouldn't listen. And the idiot taxi wouldn't listen, neither would the tourists. And slowly taking their time, the fat bitch wife gets in the car, and husband slowly with his big fat hairy arms, put the useless babycart into the trunk. And slowly went into the car, but then looked at my car with a very bitchy face.
I mean, WTF? I didn't even horn at him. Or maybe he didn't like the fact that I was being completely silent and "covered".
Anyway, I, still keeping a close eye on everything, followed slowly (I was heading for the exit, so were they), and I see the idiot driver of the taxi point at my car and saying something. So I since I had a shitty day, I thought I'd have some fun doing what I do best, tailgate until he gets scared.
So, I tailgated him, extremely close, and I kept revving my car and swerving left and right and flashing the high beams. Eventually he pulled over, probably for the obvious reason, and let me pass. (He pulled over in front of the garden in front of Mandarin Oriental). I went past slowly, and since it was very fun, I wanted to make him piss in his pants by suddenly stopping my car few meters in front of him (there was no car behind, so I can take my sweet ass time in return). But after a few seconds I left, already feeling triumphant. I totally smelt the fear of the of the taxi driver, I can imagine myself if I was in a creaky old taxi, and a big Range Rover with fully black windows was tailgating me by only an inch of gap in between.