Where was that wooden door going on the Canggu road?

You went past me in Canggu on a Tuesday afternoon on a scooter carrying an entire wooden door, upright, at about forty. Every dog on the road turned its head. I was walking with a smoothie and I stopped drinking it. The door wobbled once at the roundabout and kept going. A man next to me said, it is fine, it is always fine. I would like to know where the door was going. I would also like to know who ordered the door. I have walked that road at 2pm every Tuesday since, and so far it is only scooters.