My space.

...In Malaysia is that you have to deal with hordes of senseless, want-to-die, foolhardy imps on motorbikes. And this is only in my opinion because just about everyone living in Malaysia has their own personal gripes about driving in this country.
For me its having to deal with all those 'peeps' on motorbikes. When I first got behind the wheel on my own and drove out on the highway I was terrorized by them. Zooming past me left and right and cutting in front off me at unpredictable moments and for all the world acting as if them and their puny bikes owned the world. And what gets my hackles up the most is that they ride their bikes in the MIDDLE of the road. Don't you have any sense? Or is that heavy helmet on your head damaging your brain cells in some way so that you are momentarily stupid whilst on the road?

This morning whilst driving my brothers and cousins to school I was doing a 100 when coming around the corner I had to come to a fast stop because there were three, yes THREE of these motorcyclists riding abreast on the road. I thought that, okay, they thought the road was empty so they'll move to the side since i'm here now, but haha, so much for wishful thinking, these impertinent people just went on tut-tut-tut-ing in the middle of the road and didn't pay me any mind. I'm fresh out of driving school so I still had my instructors warnings to 'NEVER blow your horn at motorcyclists (*rollseyes*) because it can make them fall or swerve (with shock)'

I regret following those instructions.I should've just blasted them with my horn and maybe shouted out something shocking at them when I was passing by too, but I need a bit more Bahamian in me I guess, because I could never bring myself to do that lol.

And so no wonder all these motorcyclists end up dead every year, isn't that right? Every single relative of mine who rides or used to ride a motorbike has ended up in an accident one way or another....and how many relatives is that? lemme count ....see? Ten. All Ten of them either knocked into a cow, or fell into one of those massive drains, Got pushed off the road into a lamp pole or got knocked over by another car resulting in broken limbs and fractured skulls, and one of them after three years is still undergoing surgery to correct the damages, which may never be fully cured.

It's been 2 months now driving on the road in the company of these corpses-to-be and my patience with them is growing thin and I'm growing murderous in my thoughts towards them. I fear that soon I may be driven to just knock one down when he swerves in front of me instead of putting on my brakes. And even worse, I fear that I may have less conscience about knocking him down then I have when I squash a fly.

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