REN
This was not what I imagined.
Not the motorcycle race part—that part was spot on. We were at a bike race, location unknown to me, which meant whatever Mr Zhen says, goes. That is if I wanted to get home in one piece. Also didn't help that our phones were barred the moment we came within a one-mile radius. So my grand warning to him at the start of the journey—that I'd sent my location to my relatives—was silently rendered utterly stupid. No wonder he laughed when I said it… The fucking bastard!
But I digress.
My problem was not with the kind of event as it was with its magnitude.
Because how would you explain to me that the organizers of this race—which was an under-the-wraps thing, by the way—managed to block an actual freaking highway for it?! Yes, you heard me…
