Well.... This post started out like the one about the Cobra; a much more exciting and epic tale then the one that really happened, filled with panicked people screaming and running up and down the street, soaked in blood, missing appendages, the car laying in a twisted heap. Then I felt really guilty about exploiting an event in which no one actually got hurt, and a situation that could have ended much worse.
So here is the real story.
Today Ging and I are going with P Rut to Burriram to have the truck fixed.