For those who don't know, most of the people in South East Asia zip around on motorbikes, which is like a beefed up moped. Top speed on mine is 140kph.
So it's 10am-ish and I'm flying around a curvy road that has little shops literally sitting on the edge of the road. Meaning if you go off the road, you are crashing into someones store. These stores are not the door kind you know in the western world, but think Flea Market type with roofs where the shop is in open air under it.
I round a corner and this fucking little kid, maybe 4 years old, darts out of a shop and right into the road. I nail him and sent the little fucker flying like he was a dog. He was small enough and I hit him square on that it didn't make me fall but I locked up the brakes and skid to the side, catching myself before I fell down. The old man "taking care" of the kid saw this and ran out screaming at the kid.
The kid, to my amazement, got up, looked at the old man and started crying. He seems ok, but this old man ran to him and started BEATING HIS ASS! I mean, he tore into this litte fuck like he was trying to kill him. The kid survives getting drilled by me and my bike somehow, without hardly a scratch, and takes a worse beating from his old man or grandpa.
Knowing not to get involved with Thai business, and how if they do call the cops, I'm gonna get hosed for cash, I got outta there without looking back as I drove off. It would be the Thai way for the kid to get hurt from the beating from the old man, then tell the cops it was from me, and I have to pay out the nose for these wretched people. Hell, as far as I know, he threw the little boy into the road on purpose. They do that sort of shit over here so ya never know.
Madness.
And for those of you who are worried, my bad ass bike is ok.
So it's 10am-ish and I'm flying around a curvy road that has little shops literally sitting on the edge of the road. Meaning if you go off the road, you are crashing into someones store. These stores are not the door kind you know in the western world, but think Flea Market type with roofs where the shop is in open air under it.
I round a corner and this fucking little kid, maybe 4 years old, darts out of a shop and right into the road. I nail him and sent the little fucker flying like he was a dog. He was small enough and I hit him square on that it didn't make me fall but I locked up the brakes and skid to the side, catching myself before I fell down. The old man "taking care" of the kid saw this and ran out screaming at the kid.
The kid, to my amazement, got up, looked at the old man and started crying. He seems ok, but this old man ran to him and started BEATING HIS ASS! I mean, he tore into this litte fuck like he was trying to kill him. The kid survives getting drilled by me and my bike somehow, without hardly a scratch, and takes a worse beating from his old man or grandpa.
Knowing not to get involved with Thai business, and how if they do call the cops, I'm gonna get hosed for cash, I got outta there without looking back as I drove off. It would be the Thai way for the kid to get hurt from the beating from the old man, then tell the cops it was from me, and I have to pay out the nose for these wretched people. Hell, as far as I know, he threw the little boy into the road on purpose. They do that sort of shit over here so ya never know.
Madness.
And for those of you who are worried, my bad ass bike is ok.
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