As some of you may know, I was traveling last week.
“Yes, so what’s new?” some of you may add. And I’ll just smile and shake my head. I’m blessed, what can I say?
So this week, I was scheduled to be in Bangkok for a seminar and DJ competition. As I had a weekend coming in, I decided to go to Pattaya. Yes again, give me one good reason why not. I’m practically a local there now.
And so I come to my story. The one that pertains to the extraordinary league of machine heads.
To facilitate my transportability and to generally feel like the king of the world, I hired a Honda motorbicycle over the weekend. It was fantastic fun, cruising from one beach to another by day and especially to hop from one nightclub to another in the evening.
It was a good motorbike. I enjoyed myself very much.
Coming back to my story.
Have spent all day Saturday on the bike as well. My derriere is numb, as I’m not used to extended hours on a bike. I keep imagining Rtech’s cute bottom and wonder how he manages to live with no feeling in it anymore. Have developed helmet hair. Looks terrible. The helmet is light and not very annoying but am sweating under it and the hair is getting matted with a combination of sand and sweat.
Have been told by bike rental guy, that the wearing of a helmet at all times is the law. Annoying on an island, but good for my head nonetheless, I suppose. Be safe and all that django.
It’s evening now, I’ve returned to the Hotel and showered and washed my hair. Left with flourish. Hair is smelling clean, helmet is not. Ah sod it, says I and leaves the helmet on the bike.
I’m riding around, letting the wind play with my hair as she pleases. I cross bars and the ladies cat-call “Hey sexy long hair man, I like you!” as I smile and nod. It’s great fun.
I’d had an interesting muggy saturday evening to say the least at 3rd road.
I’m now lost. I’ve reached sukhumwit highway and I realize if I keep going like this, eventually I’ll reach Bangkok in a few hours. No good. I’m looking for a bypass or turnoff. I’m suddenly pulled over by a motorcycle riding patrolman. He points to my head and I realize, I’m being pulled over for not wearing a helmet.
I stop, and so does he. I put the helmet on, apologizing profusely to the cop. Soon I’ve pushed a button and gone off. Unfortunately there is a communication breakdown. I believe he thinks I’m escaping. He follows me on his bike, gesticulating wildly. He’s angry. I stop again. I raise my helmet and try to explain to him I thought the apology was fine.
“License!!” I give him my license. He looks at the tattered grey book quizzically, but he isn’t amused. “come!”
He takes me the the station and complains angrily to his superior. A menacing looking man in a menacing uniform. Extremely firm, but courteous nonetheless.
“This license?” he asks curiously. He’s not impressed. “You don’t have official license?” I’m nervous. I don’t know if he’s asking for an international license.
I suddenly remember what to do.
Some time ago I had taken part in a Blind Man’s motor rally. You can read about it
here. At that time I needed an MAI license, to take part in this rally. Thanks to 2L8 and Rtech (both work in the MAI) I got this license issued immediately. 2L8 made it for me almost immediately (as he is a good friend).
I pull out my MAI license. It looks like it’s laminated, but actually it’s just a thick paper license in a plastic holder. It has my picture and at first glace, looks like a good international license in full colour. The policeman stares at it with glee. “Yes, this one, motor authority India official license. You hiding huh?” and practically throws my Indian license back at me. Heh heh.
I still apologise but it’s no good. Tomorrow morning I must go to the district police station at Soi Gao. Pay the necessary fines, then come back to the station and recover my precious MAI license. It will be a long and inconvenient thing to do, but that's the way the ball rolls.
And I can keep the “fake looking” Indian driving license. I bow and leave.
The wicked grin appears much after I have left the area.
Thank you MAI. The downside to this is that I cannot become a rally driver now. This can be remedied with 2L8 and Rtechs help.
I hope you enjoyed this anecdote. Kopkoon krup for reading it.
P.S. I know I did the wrong thing. But in Pattaya the wrong things always seem like the right things to do. Here comes my smiley.