That was Japan, it was in the video title plus the japanese script on the trucks...
Many years ago I was in town on my bike and I struck up a conversation with a young lady while grabbing a bite to eat. She was looking for a ride home since her roommate had forgotten to come pick her up. Well, being a gentleman, I agreed. About halfway to her place, while sitting at the end of a line at a light, I suddenly heard loud squealing brakes behind us. Knowing we were about to about to become the filling in a sandwich, I goosed it and split the lanes between the waiting cars ahead of me and the now moving oncoming cars. I swear I felt my elbows touch a couple times before we got through and into a clear lane... Poor girl was shaking so hard she couldn't get off the bike without help. Needless to say, I not only didn't make any points with her, but probably scared off bikes for life.
A shame, for saving her from being mashed, I thought I should have at least gotten her number... Oh, yeah, the squealing brakes... they did a pretty number on the car we'd been sitting behind. Glad we weren't still sitting there.