It’s a sound you’ll hear more and more often the longer you’re in Indonesia; it’s the sound of a motorcycle being ungracefully knocked over by another vehicle. There’s usually more sounds after but those are more varied and tend to revolve around who hit who, who’s paying for it, and usually a few people trying to incite the mob to take action.
A prime example happened a few days ago, but wasn’t that dramatic in the end, this morning however, I was on my way to the bus stop (on a motorcycle, no less, on the back) and the familiar “k-ThuNK! *crunch* *scrape*” was heard. A bit of looking around found that a car had wanted to go left, and a motorcycle wanted to go straight, and they met in the middle.
It took less than 5 seconds for people to form a gawking group, less than 10 for the noise to start, and less than 15 for me to be past it. Did I stop? Hell no. The dude was moving. It’s all good. Besides, stopping just complicates matters.