That cramp in your leg from stomping on imaginary breaks while backseat driving a pirate taxi driven by who seems to define the Wish in Toyota Wish as a Death Wish. Weaving in and out of traffic with complete disregard of the highway code.
A game of chicken with oncoming traffic, punctuated with constant horn honking to get out of the way and near misses of the close count. Its a blessing you can barely see out of the badly cracked windscreen, a parting gift from a Traffic Police Officer’s baton stick.
When you finally get where you are going you do a little dance pretending its to stretch out your legs but its really you being happy to plant your feet upon the earth and be in control of your own movement.
I really don’t know how these small cars are even allowed to carry passengers stuffed inside like sardines. its also very humiliating and abusive especially for women who end up being sandwiched between men. i hate those cars.
but what do we do…
and the new buses the government wants to introduce will be even crazier with 100 standing passengers packed inside those small cars are going to look like a luxury.
~B
He said fixing it was not worth the expense because another police officer would smash it at next encounter…
Its madness all round and I hope it wont take an incident with high fatalities for sanity to retain.
~B
bikes travel in the same road as traffic…. -the age of cycle tracks is a lost art apparently- Now imagine sharing lanes with these maniac drivers while on a bike…. its menace
~B
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