Last night I was out driving on the motorbike quite late, and I saw a puppy run across the road right in front of me (I was going slowly), and continue across the broad thoroughfare narrowly being missed by a truck going my way, to final getting run over horribly by a slow-going Lexus in the opposing lanes. His wails were really horrible. I felt quite effected by it all night.
One thing about riding motorbikes, you see these thing so up close and personal.
Why do you feel the need to share that? Was anyone in a position to actually help the poor little thing? Even to pick it up and do the right thing?
