Bessy-Bruce, our Chini-green, veteran 20 year old Wira broke down. It got over heated yesterday when we drove back. Driving on North-South Highway with an over-heated car was no funny business so we had to pull over at the nearest petrol station. Checked the water , the fan and topped up the black oil. Everything seemed to be fine.
It was cranky again as we were on Jalan Duta heading towards KL Sentral. The temperature gauge was going crazy. Again, had to pull over and waited until it cooled down before checking things under the hood. The radiator was not working apparently. The sprouting access water was brown.
After our last attempt to fill the radiator with water, off we went, dropped off George and I ambled slowly to Bangsar trying to look for the nearest workshop. The first one I went to wanted to charge me an arm and a leg, even had the cheek to start cleaning up the engine even before I gave them the green light. By that time, the sun was high in the sky and the weather was hot. My insides were boiling higher and had no time to deal with these. Decided to leave the car at a parking lot and started to walk around scouting for another place to get the car fix.
But, before anything else, tummy needed food.
This plate of rice, fried fish and vegetable laden with beautiful curry was my lunch. Downed with a glass of ice tea, it only cost me RM4.00…I did not know such cheap and tasty food still exists in Kuala Lumpur. Located at the corner end of the row of makan stalls in Lucky Garden, this stall has been operating at the same place for more than 25 years I think. The old uncles are still cooking there ever since I found about this many years ago.
Anyways, here is the culprit to the car break down today.
The radiator fan motor.
You might be wondering who were the wonderful people I met today? Well, while waiting for the car to be fixed, I observed there were a few stray cats around, lounging around the area and looking well fed as well. As Lucky Garden is considered as a “settled” area where the residents have been there since the 70’s. Next thing I knew, I saw this two cats following an old Indian chap. They waited patiently outside of a pet store while this guy went in. A few minutes later, he came out with several cans of premium cat food, opened them up and fed the cats. An elderly lady passed by, they said hellos and she walked straight to the workshop I was in. Apparently she is the wife of the mechanic who was fixing my car. From the way they exchanged the greetings, looked like they are familiar with each other. We all exchanged smiles and said that the cats are the guy’s kids as he has been feeding them often.
I got to know of this guy’s name. His name is Mr Ariapalan who used to work in LLN until he retired many years before. He has 3 cats at home and love animals. We chatted for a good half hour, just talking about stuff.
That aunty the menchanic’s wife joined us and said that their son has been feeding stray cats in the neighboourhood too.
The car was fixed and time to pay for the bill. It was not as damaging as I had thought but the surprise came when the aunty/wife of mechanic/cashier told me of the labour cost. Only RM20.00. No way. I felt guilty.
Said that she will not charged anyone expensively as I have been driving from Kuala Selangor. Furthermore the car is not a top-line make and….she likes the fact that I like cats too. Even showed her the cat food in the trunk.
I left feeling awed with all these people.