This is unbelievable.
I was riding my brother’s motorcycle when I saw another motorcycle approaching me. I knew the rider so I nodded at him and he nodded back. The next thing I knew was our bikes slamming into each other, a head on collision. The by standers helped us get on our feet. I was a little pissed off because my big toe was bleeding and I thought that it was broken. I looked at the rider and he was disoriented, I thought he was drunk. I asked if he has taken alcohol but he didn’t speak; his face was colorless; he just nodded at me.
We picked up our bike and then wave to each other and then went on our ways.
Funny because both of us had the same story, I slammed his bike; he slammed my bike. It’s a case of hesitation, like two people bumping each other because the other does not know where the other will go. Both hesitating and anticipating both thinking the same thing.
The thing was he was on my lane.
I ended up with a swollen and bleeding and infected toe.
meandering thoughts of an aging grade school music teacher who recently rediscovered the joys of cycling
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may he thought he was in Thailand, here we drive on the wrong side.
That's why I thought he was drunk. He was on my lane. Anyway, shows that I'm beginning to have patience becuase if that was a few years ago...different story.
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