Setting off the journey from the city after breakfast, I realized that the sun was almost in the vertical arc. Everyone was rushing to places while the police were busy controlling the traffic to help ease the crowdedness on the streets. Street vendors were out doing what they had been doing.
We spent about 20 minutes riding out of the city center. Yes, “we”. Four men and two scooters. I was the driver. While we were crossing the bridge, leaving the crowded city behind, a feeling hit me; I finally could get away for a short while.
Motorcycles, bicycles, tuk-tuks, trucks and so many other vehicles were pushing through in the same direction. The road wasn’t that narrow, but I looked so with hundred of moving machines.
Soon as we were out on a more open and quiet road, I started to accelerate. The speed went to 80 km/h. I wanted to make it to 100 km/h, but my scooter didn’t seem to cooperate. Yes, it was a Honda Click 2010 and it could run 100 km/h. I knew it, but perhaps I was scared, or maybe I was worried about a friend who is on the passenger seat behind me, who was trying his best to remain as still as possible. Without saying a word, I increased the speed little by little.
It felt thrilled. I was thinking about things. I know it’s dangerous to do so, but it was excited and my brain did it by itself. I noticed everything in front of me. I rode past four dying chicken, if I was not mistaken. Who would care about those runovered animals? I guess not.
The faster I went, the more thrilled I felt. I got a feeling of staying at the edge of a cliff where no one else around me. I couldn’t feel my face no more. Anything could have happened. In my head, the “what if?” questions came to me very often.
The excitement had flown away when we rode pass an accident. This time it was not the dog, cow or chicken. It was a little boy. A human kid was runovered by a truck. I felt deeply sad to learn that. I started thinking about anyone I know, not in particular. This thing happened quite often and people are used to it, but not the family of the victims. And it ended my thrilling acceleration.
Road trip is fun, but precautions have to be the top priority.