Yesterday, Sosua, west bound towards Los Charimicos, me and my moto with a couple days worth of groceries. Clear to the front, line of oncoming traffic, check left mirror, good there, check right mirror, good there, shoulder check the blind spots all good, look back to the front, Jesus H. Christ! - a black Cadillac SUV tank in my lane heading straight for me, passing multiple cars and nowhere for him to pull back into his own lane. Hug the shoulder praying the concrete doesn't give way, give the guy the finger as he screams past. No horn no flashing headlights no attempt all to to make sure I knew he was about to forcefully introduce himself.
It doesn't take long here...taking your eyes off the road just long enough to change the radio station can very well be the last thing you ever do.
There is something seriously wrong with the gene pool here when it comes to driving. It often seems that with a choice between the wrong thing to do and the worst possible thing to do, drivers here will pick the worst every time. I think I'll stay home today. A near death experience everyday is more than I need to feel alive.*
I feel for the guy, helmet or not. However, he knew in the small primordial part of his animal brain, that riding a bike, at night, possibly too going too fast, on that road was a big risk. Probably something he had pulled off countless times before. That night, his reservoir of luck ran out and that's way more than it usually takes to become a cautionary tale for others.
RIP.