A petro station in somebody’s front yard. . . and another at a convenience store.

If you’ve never been to Bali (or anywhere in SE Asia), life is mediated through the motorbike. School, work, shopping, everything. Unless you live out in the sticks, walking is impossible. The roads aren’t built for pedestrians. Bicycles are nowhere to be seen. Cars are expensive and endure endless traffic jams. VIVA LA MOTO! The machines went nuclear about 25 years ago when Japan flooded the market with cheap motorbikes, available on easy credit.

I really enjoyed peeking into the mechanic shops: dark, sacrificial chambers with little altars where they worked on the bikes.