Dear All,
I carry on about Tuk Tuks, but to be honest when I am flying solo, it’s all about the more economic Motto. Thursday is Driving Range Day and I usually set off on some guy’s motorbike around 15:00, golf clubs and all.
With the sun still high and traffic on the lighter side the ride is manageable. My clubs stay in the bag, resting on my lap like Sheryl Crow’s guitar on “MTV Unplugged”, occasionally twisting and turning ever so slightly in order not to clothes line anyone.
The ride back at 17:00 though is a different story. With the sun down and school out, the streets are alive with the sounds of motto mayhem and a more offensive approach is required. Like a jouster I reach into the bag and prepare to battle two worthy but very different foes, the “Mad Texting 12 Year Olds” and “The Jetsons”.
The MT12s are girls who look to young to be out alone, never mind have two of their friends on the back of a their motorbike and be sending text messages. Throw in a sunset and the distractions of the nightly commotion by the river and they are a relevant but inadvertent security concern.
The “Jetsons” are a far more significant threat. Fast and freewheeling they are young men, perhaps 16+. They drive fancy sooped up mottos that look and sound like those of their cartoon namesakes but ironically ride them like neither their or your immediate futures matters much; clowns without costumes really.
It’s hard to pick a club and the right emotion for two such diverse challenges. The “Jetsons” with their obvious disrespect belong well up the fairway, therefore requiring a driver, while the relatively innocent MT12s deserve a slight chip and consequently only a sand wedge. I’ve settled on a 5 Iron and just trying to keep my head down.
Four!,
Mw
Ps. On a side note, I noticed helmets on sale in the market for 4USD last week, I couldn’t read the message on the back but I am imagine it said not for transportation purposes.
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