Jan 22, 2019 02:36:53 @yongelee
"I try to look confused"
The mask covering my mouth keeps the dust and bugs out as I ride on the highway to nowhere in particular.
The road is chaos, so is the city. Entire families riding on one bike heading in the wrong direction of the road. Teenagers wearing t-shirts, shorts, and sandals racing and playing chicken behind 18-wheelers. Young Vietnamese men wearing suits moving beautiful escorts to the next brothel on the back of their bikes.
There are no street lights on this highway but the distant city lights are bright enough to illuminate the entire city.
A roar of engines and acceleration sneaks up behind me like a salmon swimming upstream sneaks up on a bear.
The Japanese motorcycle gang is back in Saigon and I happen to be riding on their highway without a helmet. Dammit, I gave them a reason.
In 3 seconds I'm surrounded on all sides by Japanese thugs wearing sunglasses 4 hours before sunrise. Black leather jackets, slicked-back black hair, cigarettes hanging from the corner of their mouths, cowboy boots, Harley Davidsons.
I'm forced to pull over to the side of the highway while 11 thugs slowly get too close. I can feel 22 eyeballs glaring at me at me like I exist to give them everything I worked for and then die.
A lackey puts his caricaturistic cowboy boot on my front tire, bends down and rest on his knee, looks at me with a smirk and asks in Japanese why I'm not wearing a helmet. He tells me it's dangerous with a hint of sarcasm.
I act like I don't know Japanese, raise my eyebrows, show him my hands and shrug.
He takes his cowboy boot off my front tire and now is standing to my right with his hands on his hips looking down at me. He asks me if I'm a fucking moron for not understanding his words.
I try to look confused, I shrug again.
To be continued...