It might do us well to reflect on the old saying, “There are old pilots and there are bold pilots but there are no old, bold pilots.”
I’ve been driving in Bali from way back when most people rode bicycles to get around. I used to be a speed demon, but the older I get the slower I go. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I want to live to a ripe old age. So when a car pulls across the road to merge into my lane, I will slow way down and allow it to do so.
As for you, I’m not sure what happened. I wasn’t even aware you were there behind me until I parked across the street in front of the store. You pulled over on your big bike and shouted at me, something I missed and then something I quite clearly got: “you f**king moron.” Then off you roared.
Were you in a hurry to get somewhere? Did you nearly run up my backside? I am so sorry that I a) impeded your swift progress or b) gave you a scare or c) both of them or d) something else based on a general dyspeptic personality or perhaps this morning you got out of the wrong side of bed and swung onto the wrong side of the motorbike.
It’s been often commented that put Indonesians on a motorbike or behind the wheel, and they forget their gracious courtesy and turn into selfish maniacs, every-person-for-him-or-herself. Young girls on scooters are the worst. (I think this is universal phenomenon). But one thing I’ve noticed here is that while the traffic is mayhem and madness, and every driver tries to get the edge and shoot the gap, the locals have no road rage. They don’t froth and curse at each other.
So really son, you’re in Bali. Leave the road rage at home.
The old guy on the scooter.
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