Originally Posted by
euphonius
Lest anyone come to the conclusion that China is a moral vacuum, I'd like to share a story.
On 25 November 2010, American Thanksgiving as it happens, I was bicycling through Shanghai's Zhabei district, returning from a visit with my orthopedist at Changhai Hospital. It's a long slog, nearly an hour each way, but the weather was fine, and I was cranking along at high speed. The bicycle path narrowed, with curb to the right and a typical iron barrier to the left, and I could sense a motor scooter behind me. Sure enough, he started blowing his horn, as if to say, "Get out of my fucking way."
Though angered by his impatience, I was ready to comply, but couldn't tell if he was to my left rear or right rear, and did not want to risk swerving into his path has he passed me. So I looked right and slowly began moving right. He squirted through the narrow gap on my left, and clipped my handlebar with his. I was probably doing 35-40kph. I'm not sure of the physics that sent me down on my right rather than my left, but I went down hard, and my right temple hit the curb at full force, knocking me cold. I don't think I was out long, maybe 15 seconds, but this was a first true bell-ringer for me, and I struggled to regain understanding of where I was going, what I was doing and where I'd been. I sat up on the curb, and had the sense to check my titanium-plated clavicle to see if it was refractured.
It was then that I noticed a guy at my side, about my age, seeming concerned. A cop hovered over me. Soon an ambulance arrived, and I climbed in under my own power. The guy by my side did too. In the ambulance, he explained that he was the motorcyclist, and apologized profusely for causing the crash. He said he'd installed new pogies (glove-like insulated hand guards that envelope the grips) and didn't realise these added 2-3 cm to the bike's width.
He said he'd told the police that it was 100% his fault, and would take full responsibility. Which he did. Though he was a low-salary delivery rider for a small pharmaceutical company, he paid cash for everything -- the ambulance, registration at the hospital, the X-rays and CT scan, and he sat with me for several hours. Finally, he accompanied me first to the police station to complete the paperwork on the crash, then to the impound yard where his and my bike had been taken. He paid the impound fee, and handed me a couple hundred more RMB to get me home.
I thanked him, and I took my leave, mounting my bike and riding, against my better judgment, another 45 minutes to Kaiba for a Thanksgiving dinner. He called me several times over the next few days to ask how I was.
Though I've been in China for 21 years, I cannot say whether what he did was normal. But it renewed my faith we should not be writing China off quite yet.
TTIC. This too is China.
PS -- No, I was not wearing a helmet. But I now wear one every time I ride, whether bicycle or motorcycle.
cheers!