Slowly Murdered on The Streets

I turned on my black motorcycle to warm up. After all equipment is prepared for the day, not long wait for me to run the bike out of the house and across the black asphalt streets. Jupiter Street, Tatasurya Street, Soekarno-Hatta Road (which reputedly the longest street in Bandung and was never bored with the improvement project), Cinunuk Road, Cileunyi Road, Bandung-Sumedang Road, I spent the morning with joyous singing. I was so relaxed because it was no deadline and not being late. It was held on a regular basis.

I was riding motorcycles into one of the many other vehicles on the streets. Also present on the streets: motorcycles with a wide range of voice, old vehicles with black smoke as well, the public transportation with a sucks "behavior", vehicle that has a black plate, city bus (Damri) that emit black smoke and odor, and truck plant and container which has a large black tire. Everything is spilled on the same street with a different destination.

After all the activity was over, I must return to the place of origin, place of beginning, and in this case is a house. Of course I have to go through the same streets. Back encounters with motorcycles with a wide range of voice, old vehicles with black smoke as well, the public transportation with a "black behavior", vehicle that has a black plate, city buses (Damri) that emit black smoke and odor, and truck plant and container which has a large black tire. Arriving home, the home really become a retreat and place of meeting again with my family for chatting and telling stories. What was done and found in the street, of course, not the subject of the story because it is a routine, each of which already knew and felt no need to be told.

The next day, I heat up the motorcycle more briefly than usual because I was threatened late to class. I ride my bike faster than normal. Jupiter Street, Tatasurya Street, Soekarno-Hatta Road (which… I have previously told), Cinunuk Road, Cileunyi Road, Bandung-Sumedang Road, I spent the morning with haste and without singing favorite songs. Today it is possible for the umpteenth million time I through the same road.

When you are in a hurry like that, the streets seemed so tortured. Motorcycle sounds more noisy and more smoke smell, old vehicles and public transportation was more annoying, vehicle (car) a lot more visible personal property, Damri bus appears to be more black smoke, trucks and containers seem bigger. Everything is spilled on the same street with the same ego, wanting to arrive promptly at their destination respectively. Since so many road users, especially when in a hurry, the streets seem more narrow.

Struggle in the contest that day, as usual, was exhausting. Longing to return home to rest is always there. Of course through the same streets. Where else is there way through because I do not have a helicopter. Back clashing egos on the street with a noisy motors and the smoke smell, old vehicles and public transportation sucks, private vehicles are very much, city bus the black smoke and odor, and trucks and large containers. Arriving home, the home really become a retreat and place of meeting again with my family for chatting and telling stories. What was done and found in the street, of course, not the subject of the story because it is a routine, each of which already knew and felt no need to be told. Even if there is a story about the streets, that there is a complaint, "Damn, was on the road is very annoying. Really jammed! "

Indeed, the streets are an integral part of everyday life and routines we'll never be separated from the complaint when the number of uncontrolled vehicle users. Width of any road widening project would never be considered sufficient. With so many complaints about the narrowness of the streets and the number of vehicles, sometimes we forget to complain plundered our right and healthy fresh air in where we are, including in the streets. How much lead (pb) that we breathe every day on the streets. Since high school also have learned that lead from vehicle fumes are very harmful for health. If every day we routinely inhale lead from car exhaust, we like slowly murdered in the streets. The level of pollution from vehicle fumes have been there a very alarming rate. The question is, what can we do?

The next day, I heat up the bike as usual. Then I passed the same road, same route. There is no rush because it is not too late. Though relaxed, there was no singing of favorite songs. Me, the riders and vehicle driver are not worth complaining just because we're both slowly murdered in the streets. Realize we're the killer. We must act only by choosing ride public transportation and city bus, which previously we say annoying and suck.

It is just a dream.