It all started when us group of friends wanted have a road trip to Tenom, to attend for a skate competition. I was the driver of course, and there were 7 of us in my moms Volvo 240GL. Sure the trip to tenom was fun, but when we reached keningau, my brakes were all hot and spicy (Sizzle, sizzle). But we did reach Tenom and saw some potential skaters around. Very good skaters indeed.
But as evening came, 3 of us had to go back home as none of our parents knew where we were (I told them I was going somewhere else...) so of back to KK we went. But then my brakes still weren't any happy as before I left home. Pit-stopped at keningau, then tambunan to cool of my brakes. 30 minutes later, we proceed with our way back home.
It was near Moyog that we crashed. Two of my friends were asleep, while I was driving.
Then the inevitable happen. I hit the wall. Bad.
Ever seen a Volvo turn into a MiniCooper?

As you can guess, I hit my head on the steering wheel. The horn was rip apart from my face.
And so there is. An accident that almost cost me and my friends life. Thank God that he didn't.

