motorcycle taxi
i don’t normally take motorbikes. actually, i haven’t taken a motorcycle taxi since 1998. today for the first time since, i took one from bangkok city tower to all seasons place, because i had to get there in 10 minutes during 6pm rush hour.
jeebus.
i swear i thought i was going to die about 10 zillion times. mad props to people who take those things daily. first horrible factor was wearing the communial crash helmet that made sure it ruined my coif. second was weaving in and out of traffic in the middle of sathorn and wireless road. thank goodness i wore pants so i was able to straddle the motorbike. is straddle the right word? i honestly can’t imagine sitting sideways like most of the girls do on the back of the bike. and my exit off the bike definitely needs more work. i don’t think i’ll be going on any more motorbikes soon, at least not in the middle of rush hour. too stressful.
being a car driver in bangkok, from calling motorbikes, cockcroaches of the road, i think after this experience i’ve become more compassionate regarding motorbikes on the main road.
You’re brave! I absolutely refuse to catch one, even though when caught in traffic in a taxi, I enviously watch the motorcycles speeding by.
I’m with Ben. No way in hell I’m ever getting on the back of those things; they scare the beejezus outta me
We were moving into our new flat which is quite far from the main road and I was telling somebody that I supposed I would have to be taken up the back soi by the motorcycle guys.
oh dear.
Anyhow, I take these taxis about twice a day. I lack a lot of grace on exiting these things too. I was about to write: I have a lot of trouble getting off of these things. But I think I’ve said enough now.