I remember a poor old bakso (meatball) wagon guy who was pushing his cart along the busy Lovina road in north Bali when a typically dumb a motorbike rider undertook the car behind (looking past the cart to try and get past him), veered in front of the car, clipped the guy's hand and cart handle, managed to control his bike and sped off, while the old guy lost control of his cart which fell over. Every car and truck and bemo and whatever behind simply drove over his fast becoming obliterated livelihood.
I was about 6 vehicles behind and saw what happened; his hand was bleeding, he was in pain and distraught by the time I got to him. I never forgave myself; I drove around him and on, not stopping to help. I try to reconcile myself with the fact 3 days earlier I had stopped when I saw a guy who had clearly just been knocked off his bike on the mountain Kintamani road; he was travelling the other way and a I saw a half truck which passed me just before speeding along. I stopped to give help as had a Balinese man coming from behind the stricken motorcyclist. The bike rider then started to accuse me of being the one who knocked him off his bike; the other driver told me to go before the police arrived as I would be blamed and have to pay.
Even so, it is funny isn't it, this event with the Bakso cart man has stuck in my mind for so long, and I still feel bad at myself for not stopping to help the old guy. Fio, I do not think Garrett was boasting about what happened to him at all.
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