Force does not encourage submission, only the temporary illusion of it

The Lankan way of driving is very interesting. I offer an explanation. Picture, if you will a two lane road. One lane goes one way. The other lane goes the other way. If we’re driving down the right (as we do in the subcontinent) and we wish to overtake the person in front of us, we accelerate up to about 3.5 inches from his rear bumper and honk. Then we move into the lane of oncoming traffic. You, the public, would think that we would both check that lane for clearance and speed up at this point. Not so. We continue at the same pace until we see the whites of the eyes of oncoming traffic, then we swerve into our lane, thereby either cutting off the person behind us or bashing into them who also has not changed their speed, who then honks at us. If the person in front of us wishes to overtake the person in front of them, while we wish to do the same, there is a crucial game of hopscotch played whereby they overtake (see notes above), then we overtake (in the same way) but at no point do we return to our own lane until oncoming traffic flashes their lights at us, honking, at which point we do not check out blind spot but offer a silent prayer to the heavens and swerve and brake hard at the same time. At this point, everybody honks. Perhaps to indicate that the transaction has been successful and that we’re still alive, bruises notwithstanding.

I’m convinced that Asailorman is trying to kill us for our gold. Joke’s on him since we don’t have any. The wind and vibrations of the window sound like heartbeats, probably the ghosts of those who have perished in this van before us so I will put in my headphones and drift away now.

Fun fact: Nitin Sawhney wrote a song about how falling can be confused for flying and Jeff Bridges sang another one about how it’s funny how falling feels like flying sometimes. Coincidence?