First, full disclosure; I've told this story here once before, but I think I got too far into the weeds and bored most everyone to death (or sleep)
before I got to the nitty gritty. This story still seriously haunts me to this day, even though it happened nearly 20 years ago. I'll cut to the
chase faster this time.
Myself and two friends were driving on a highway carved out of the side of a mountain in SE Asia one Sunday night. It was late, and we had a long way
to go. The highway was divided, and the other direction was about a half a mile away and a thousand feet or so above us. To my left was a sheer rock
wall down into the darkness below. We were the only vehicle on the road as far as I could see, and I was speeding.
All of a sudden I noticed some headlights behind me, and it looked like they were catching up to me. Fearing it might be the "JPJ" (the equivalent of
the State Police crossed with the National Guard), I slowed down. The lights were still well over a mile behind me and closing. I didn't want to
take any chances (these guys could be really dangerous, especially at night). My good friend was asleep in the front seat of my Land Rover, and his
girlfriend was half asleep in the back. I didn't say anything, but I was keeping a close eye on the lights in my rear view mirror. Whoever it was
was haulin' ass because they were catching up to us quick. I was actually a little bit spooked about this, it was not a good place at all to be
messing around with potential bandits or crooked cops (with machine guns)!
All of a sudden I saw the lights behind me swerve to the right, then the left, then the right again and finally sharply to the left...and then
"HOLY S#!!...they just went off the road!!"
...I blurted out, waking up my buddy and his girlfriend. Now wide awake, I slammed on the
brakes andI explained what i'd seen to my buddy. By this time I'd stopped in the middle of the highway. He said I'd just been seeing things and just
to carry on. But I was sure of what I'd seen. We talked about it for a couple minutes and he still didn't believe me, so I made him a deal. I would
back up on the highway a half a mile or so, and if we didn't see any skid marks we'd just continue on home. Again, there were absolutely no other
cars on this stretch of highway that night.
So I started backing up on the highway. Right exactly about where I expected to see skid marks...a set of fresh black skid marks appear in the lights
in front of us as I backed over them...and they followed exactly what I'd seen (first right, then left, then right again, and then hard
left....right over a rocky cliff!!
We got out and looked over the edge. It was about 75-80 degrees vertical, there was no guardrail, and all you could see down below was darkness. We
were busy talking about the situation, and my buddy still only half believe me at this point. He was trying to tell me the skid marks were just old
and I was seeing things. Right about then I heard something and told them to be quiet and listen. It was a car radio, playing some Malaysian music,
down below in the darkness. There was definitely a vehicle crashed down there, but we couldn't see it. We hollered down the side of the mountain
asking if people were hurt, or okay (like that would be possible!). There was no answer, just this eery car radio playing in the darkness. By then
we could start smelling the burnt rubber, brakes and oil and antifreeze from below. There was no way we could go down there, it would have been
insane even in the daylight, but at night it was pure suicide. We were helpless to do anything to help these people!!
For ten minutes or so we stood there trying to figure out what to do. We had cell phones, but they were all out of range. Even if they hadn't been,
there was no nationwide 9-1-1 like service in the country, so who would we even call? And then the most haunting thing I could imagine happened...
My buddy's girlfriend started to speak in a very soft voice. She was crying. She said she was sorry, but she was "Bumiputra" (meaning she was a
Malaysian national, not Thai as she had originally told my buddy when they met). This meant BIG trouble if we were to get caught by the religious
police (or any national police for that matter) with her alone, unchaperoned, at night in the middle of northern Malaysia!!! She said that no matter
what happened, if the police showed up the accident would automatically be blamed on myself and my buddy. Just because she was there.
Given the circumstances, and the likelihood there were probably fatal injuries in the vehicle down below, we didn't really have any choices. We had
to go. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but there was no other choice. And so...we left.
That moment, that night, still haunts me to my very core to this day! We didn't cause it to happen, but we didn't help either...and that is against
every principle of my very being. And then there's the never knowing what happened part. People died every day there, so it wasn't like some news
story you'd see in the paper some day; there was just nothing...
...just the haunting memory of that car radio playing music in the dark, and the smell of burnt rubber and brakes, out of sight down below.
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