It's like being in a superbike race; pass as often and with as much speed as you can, use your breaks only to avoid an accident or when entering a tight curve, pass on the inside or outside it makes no difference, never take into account the bikes around you (that's their job) and most importantly, never and i mean never let your right hand off full throttle.
Ok maybe I’m exaggerating a little but that's exactly how I felt after 5 hours of it yesterday. Now obviously no one is forcing you to drive this way but if you don't you are more likely to crash as you’re not driving like everyone else and you cause confusion of the road.
Passing a black diesel belching, horizontal mushroom cloud inducing, deafeningly loud, unexhausted, fully loaded dump truck that's spewing sand and gravel out of its uncovered load while another one identical in size and menace is barreling straight at you in the oncoming lane...not worth a second thought as this is only one of the 2 or 3 hundred you are gunna pass today, get used to it.
Finally we enter a congested city traffic jam. Not that i like traffic jams in the slightest but it does happen to mean that all the devilish disturbing dumpieshave to stop in their tracks; though that doesn't stop them from spewing thick black soot (what the fzck are you burning in there anyhow?...Coal!). So the trucks are stuck...that has no effect on a motorbike as we're free to pass on the left, right, breakdown lane, sidewalk, gravel shoulder, weave in and out, do just about anything we fzcking like as no one's gunna stop you.
About the only international rule of the road we've come across here is that everyone stops religiously at the stop lights; ok that is a lie, a few maniacs turn left on red, whip uies, turn left again and are on their way through it’s not that common. And another thing, at the stop lights, everyone and i mean everyone always stops behind the white line, we havn't figured out why but they do, and so, so do we.
That was until yesterday...I’m speeding along in the zone, never taking my eyes off the road, not even for a second; Rachael's on back, reading the map, yelling out directions, and i mean yelling as on a bike, wearing old shitty helmets surrounded by wannabe straight piped motorcycle racers and solar icecap melting diesel dumptrucks if you don't shout you can't hear each other and so the other is forced to scream "what" for the millionth time and it sometimes causes inter-couple friction. So the rule goes, "if you've got something to say...shout it out or save it for later."
"WE'RE IN A LEFT ONLY LANE AND WE WANT TO GO STRAIGHT!" booms the co-pilot, 50 feet before the red light, police monitored intersection in front of us.
Ahhhhhhh, SHit!!
Ok maybe I’m exaggerating a little but that's exactly how I felt after 5 hours of it yesterday. Now obviously no one is forcing you to drive this way but if you don't you are more likely to crash as you’re not driving like everyone else and you cause confusion of the road.
Passing a black diesel belching, horizontal mushroom cloud inducing, deafeningly loud, unexhausted, fully loaded dump truck that's spewing sand and gravel out of its uncovered load while another one identical in size and menace is barreling straight at you in the oncoming lane...not worth a second thought as this is only one of the 2 or 3 hundred you are gunna pass today, get used to it.
Finally we enter a congested city traffic jam. Not that i like traffic jams in the slightest but it does happen to mean that all the devilish disturbing dumpieshave to stop in their tracks; though that doesn't stop them from spewing thick black soot (what the fzck are you burning in there anyhow?...Coal!). So the trucks are stuck...that has no effect on a motorbike as we're free to pass on the left, right, breakdown lane, sidewalk, gravel shoulder, weave in and out, do just about anything we fzcking like as no one's gunna stop you.
About the only international rule of the road we've come across here is that everyone stops religiously at the stop lights; ok that is a lie, a few maniacs turn left on red, whip uies, turn left again and are on their way through it’s not that common. And another thing, at the stop lights, everyone and i mean everyone always stops behind the white line, we havn't figured out why but they do, and so, so do we.
That was until yesterday...I’m speeding along in the zone, never taking my eyes off the road, not even for a second; Rachael's on back, reading the map, yelling out directions, and i mean yelling as on a bike, wearing old shitty helmets surrounded by wannabe straight piped motorcycle racers and solar icecap melting diesel dumptrucks if you don't shout you can't hear each other and so the other is forced to scream "what" for the millionth time and it sometimes causes inter-couple friction. So the rule goes, "if you've got something to say...shout it out or save it for later."
"WE'RE IN A LEFT ONLY LANE AND WE WANT TO GO STRAIGHT!" booms the co-pilot, 50 feet before the red light, police monitored intersection in front of us.
Ahhhhhhh, SHit!!
Despite being on a motorbike i can't just squeeze next to the cars in the straight only lane like all the other motorbikes are doing because of the massive double surfboard rack contraption protruding from our left side. I could try but without a doubt some diesel dumpy will rip them off and crush us in the process.
My mind draws a big fat blank! With a foot to the white line i look up to see the two traphic cops watching us closely...ahhh...with no other choice i shrug and then pull perpendicurly in front of the rest of the straight only traffic, I am way the fzck over the white line!!
How much is this stupid mistake gunna cost me i wonder...10, 20, 50 bucks, are they gunna make us go back to the station? Fzck!!!
They are staring right at us..."should i blow the red light and try to out run them?" i think for a second before coming to my senses.
Just take what's coming, even 50 bucks isn't that much to pay off the cops, a lot of places it would probably cost me 100 i think.
Then without warning...their hard stairs soften...suddenly both crack a smile, laugh and then jump on their bike and speed off.
Few, out luck is still holding!
Love US
My mind draws a big fat blank! With a foot to the white line i look up to see the two traphic cops watching us closely...ahhh...with no other choice i shrug and then pull perpendicurly in front of the rest of the straight only traffic, I am way the fzck over the white line!!
How much is this stupid mistake gunna cost me i wonder...10, 20, 50 bucks, are they gunna make us go back to the station? Fzck!!!
They are staring right at us..."should i blow the red light and try to out run them?" i think for a second before coming to my senses.
Just take what's coming, even 50 bucks isn't that much to pay off the cops, a lot of places it would probably cost me 100 i think.
Then without warning...their hard stairs soften...suddenly both crack a smile, laugh and then jump on their bike and speed off.
Few, out luck is still holding!
Love US
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