I was out on my bike one Monday night,
When a Honda Wave pulled up on the right.
(Apologies to Jan and Dean.)
It was on the left, actually.
I went for one of my favorite bicycle rides late this afternoon. This is a 25K dash out to Khok Kruat; mostly on a secondary highway that is nicely paved and usually quite empty. About half way along you reach Baan Deua where the road makes a quick left turn over the railway tracks and back to the right again.
As I'm approaching the curve I see a motorbike ahead, on the left, doing about 20 KPH. I'm doing 30 or 35 at that point and figure I'll just pass them on the curve. Big mistake.
Just as I come abreast of the bike the driver changes her mind and instead of going around the curve she just continues on straight headed for the Baan Deua market. At that point there was nothing I could to do avoid a collision. We crashed with a lot of noise. I lacerated a finger and smashed up her rear view mirror. (No loss, she obviously never uses it.)
She was pretty nice about it though. She apologized (in English) and dashed into the mini-mart for bandages, cotton swabs and some alcohol and then proceeded to patch me up with great skill.
I thanked her and went on my way.
Of course, the accident was my fault. How could I be so daft as to think that a motorbike driver would ever use their turning indicators, rear view mirror, brain, eyes or any other safety equipment provided either by God or the manufacturer.
Silly me.