OK, that fuckin hurt

One of the things I used to hate about coming to work along the river road (which you may be aware I stopped doing nearly a year ago)

was this, if you're riding a scoot/moto in traffic here, you'll probably recognize it.

So you're going along, at a fair clip, in the 50-60 klick range, and there's a substantial bolus of vehicles, all moving.

And you got, maybe, a metre between you and the bike in front of you.
Those of you in the know will recognise the pointlessness of maintaining a proper distance with the vehicle ahead in Taipei traffic, since if you actually allow one bike length plus 2 inches, one of them zipperhead pigfuckers will swerve in in front of you to fill it.

Any fuckin ways.
The point is that, although you're moving at a good clip, with the clearance from the bike ahead of you, you only get like a second or two to see the road in front of you.
So what happens is, especially if it's a high traffic, typically crappily maintained road like that one, you suddenly see like a bigass pothole directly in front of you

and there's nothing you can do about it.

It's sort of like when, out of the corner of your eye, you see a low right hook heading your way, sailing right around your elbow, zeroing straight on for your ribs, and even though you can totally see it coming, you're powerless to do anything about it, and all you do is duck your head and wait for it and make a noise when it hits.

I used to hate that.


Raj