I WAS at a traffic light junction the other day and was just about to turn to my right after the light had turned green when a motorcyclist whizzed past in front of my car. He was coming from the left where the traffic light was red. He had a pillion passenger, a girl of about eight years of age.
She looked back as if to see whether any of the other motorcyclists on the same lane were following them. But no, it was just them.
