About 15 years ago, I was riding my shitty russian motorbike through the mountains of vietnam at night in the rain
The vibrations of the engine were constantly shaking bits of the bike loose, and my headlight wasn't working.
Coming around a corner down the hill towards me, a minibus appeared. It was already locked up in a full skid, and proceeded to leave the road just as it passed me, crunching off the mountain side in the blackness. I slowed but didn't stop.
Last thing I wanted was to get invovled in some big shitfuck with the corrupt Vietnamese police. Never found out what happened. Still think about it sometimes, though.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Tue 14 May 2013, 19:46, Reply)