If there is one thing that frustrates me more than any other living here in China, it has to be the Motorcycle Taxi drivers. In my minds eye, they truly are the cockroaches of China.
These uneducated, unwashed, uncivilized vermin scurry about the city streets, sidewalks, footbridges and any other place their sorry excuses for motorcycles can fit. They actually have the nerve to honk at me as I walk along a sidewalk because they think that they deserve the right of way on sidewalks.
They ride against traffic, cause multiple accidents and put their passengers at risk of death constantly. Of course, while I understand that motorcycle taxis are cheap, I would think that the passenger would value their life more than a few saved jiao.
One of these days, one of these cockroaches is going to annoy me on a bad day. Then I will be forced to drag him off of his bike and beat him with all of the pent up frustration, anger and scorn that I have for all of the cockroaches.
Will I win the fight? Probably not since the other cockroaches will come to the aid of their cockroach brethren. Of course, I may just start a mini-Mao movement in which the masses of China rise up and crush the oppressive, pushy cockroaches. It shall be called the Cultured Revolution.
But more likely I will just get my ass kicked. But if I survive, I will actually be happy that I did more than sit around and complain about them. :) However, for now, I will satisfy myself with visions of eviscerated cockroaches lining the city streets like warning fires along the Great Wall of China. Their splayed corpses serving as a reminder of what happens to those who think they have power over those who actually follow the rules.
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