May 15, 2007 18:35
So as I was pedaling away on my rusty old bike trying to make it to the port in time to catch the ferry home, I noticed what appeared to be a gang of bikers. Nothing like Hells Angels, but the equivalent of what 6-10 yearold cute japanese kids who are too shy to pass gas in public biker gang. Most of them saw me coming from the other way and moved out of the way while saying hello (i was on my appropriate side of the road mind you.)
Except for one.
He was pedaling as fast as his little legs could push and was busy looking anywhere but straight ahead of him. Deciding it would be in appropriate to play chicken with an 8 year old, I stop and start trying to tell him to look out. Unfortunately, hours of playing World of Warcraft, Oblivion, CS:S, and watching god knows how many movies (including x-rated ones) I just could not figure out the right words to say in japanese to say, "hey watch the fuck out!" And so like a bad accident I saw this in slowmo.
I managed to shout Oi (which from time to time they recognize as hey) but to no avail, he collided head on with me and flipped over his handle bars approximately about half a foot to the side of me. Good thing they wear helmets. Me on the other hand. My bike light broke. Thats about it.
Of course I somehow get the most evil looks from all the local fisherman for not being able to telepathically persuade him to slow down. However the boy learned two lessons.
One, you can blame anything on a foreigner and because they cant give a rebuttal to the argument you win.
two, don't play chicken with a guy 4 times your size.