They were not.
They simply saw a problem and solved it.
The motorcycle turned left near the old pharmacy.
The street narrowed.
Bai Li slowed again.
The building ahead had partially collapsed across the road.
A passage remained, but it was too narrow for a car.
Perfect for the Ninja 400.
Yan Cijin laughed.
"Maybe you planned the bike for this."
"Obviously."
"Of course."
Bai Li guided the motorcycle through the gap.
The handlebars passed close to broken concrete.
Dust fell around them.
They emerged on the other side.
A group of survivors there stared at the motorcycle as if they were
watching some kind of performance.
One old man shook his head.
"Young people."
Yan Cijin laughed.
Bai Li smiled.
For the next few kilometers, the city seemed determined to remind them
that home was still something they had to earn.
The boulevard narrowed as they moved deeper into the riverside district.
Buildings stood closer together here, and the shadows between them were
