He looked at the sleek yellow behemoth when he heard the shouting. It was a nice ride, for a land vehicle. He took a few moments to answer because he was fighting to save his dignity at nearly being a skid under a tire.
He made quick work of crawling onto shaky legs. His elbow was skinned as well as his shin from having ricocheted with the curb.
"No, I'm fine!" he bellowed back, just as angry. "Thanks for checking! So sorry to be in the way of your joy ride! Don't let me interrupt your heavy-handed turning! Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou..."
The last part Wash muttered, though not too silently. People here didn't seem to know basic Mandarin so it didn't really matter if he cussed. It was a freedom he had quickly gotten used to having.