I was in third grade at that time. My cousin, who was in kindergarten, had a flat bicycle tire. My aunt asked me to take it to the repair shop because it was a tubeless tire that went flat. The workshop in question is located right across from my aunt's house. It is separated by an alley-style asphalt road with no separator in the middle. So only two cars with opposite positions are enough.
I lead my cousin's bicycle while bending, when I look left and right, the road is empty. Two more steps before I stepped on the sidewalk in front of the workshop, I suddenly saw a motorcycle speeding towards me. It felt as if time had stopped and I froze. I saw how the driver laughed with his friend with his head trying to look back. I saw how the high-speed motorcycles veered off the right track (they should have been driving in the lane next to my aunt's house, not next to the garage) and came towards me. I heard the screams of the workshop workers and I remained frozen.
Suddenly my reflexes took over and moved really fast. My cousin, because I used both hands to guide the bicycle from the start, my aunt ordered me to hold my trouser pockets because I was wearing pants with big back pockets at that time. I unconsciously positioned my body facing the motorbike so that my cousin was protected behind me, then what I remember suddenly heard a loud crash. Turns out, I somehow picked up my cousin's bike (thankfully it's a good brand) and stood in the right position so it hit the bike. After hearing the sound of a crash, I seemed to be flying fast so that my left and right sights became blurry and then fell with a sitting position upright and legs straight ahead while using the bicycle as a shield.
I looked left and right while making sure my cousin's condition, we bounced at least a dozen meters because our position now is three houses from my aunt's house. My cousin was safe, just crying loudly from shock and still holding the back pocket of my pants which he tore apart because he pulled. I'm fine myself, but until a few minutes later my hands are still shaking from the vibrations from the bike that was hit. The one who hit us? Mental further and both unconscious. Blood was everywhere, both of them had big wounds on their heads.
There I felt magical. Usually the one who gets hit is the one who gets hurt. Fast motorbikes versus pedestrians, the pedestrians will be worse off. It's me mentally distant, but that's okay. Not even a sore butt. Maybe having a shield has a big impact on pedestrian safety. Btw, the family of the crasher didn't come to ask about our condition or just apologize for not being able to keep their child from riding without a helmet at an age that is not yet appropriate to have a driver's license. Honestly, under such conditions I wish they just died.
What: I got hit by a motorbike
Why: The young man was driving a motorbike recklessly and endangering other drivers Who: the one who did this was a young man riding a motorbike
When: The incident happened when I was in 3rd grade Where: The incident happened in front of my aunt's house
How: when I want to cross the road there are young men who ride motorbikes recklessly and I really want to kill them
