Yesterday, when I got out of work, Mr. Hi-Kool was waiting to give me a ride on his motorcycle taxi. He had picked me up the day before, and today he assumed I would hire him again. This time he didn't even bother to ask me where I was going. My friend in the orange vest was apparently anticipating my business, and I didn't want to disappoint him, so I hopped on and tucked in my knees as we wound in and out of cars.We arrived at the destination much sooner than the car taxis stuck in traffic, and the cost was about half of what the car cab fare would have been. If I keep taking "moto-sii tak-sii", I might have to change the name of this blog to Still Life ON Moving Vehicles.
