Riding With Hong Kong Street Racers
This weekend is the grand prix in Macau, which means I have known the street racers for a year now. I met them last year just before, and started riding with them just after. I had not seen Ah Lai for months, with the exception of tonight, not since July 1st after he yelled at me. I am just going to stay far away from him, because I hate our confrontations. If he doesn’t want to be filmed fine, but I think if this project picks up, which it will, and I am increasingly wanting it to -he will eventually.
Then again that’s what I thought at the START of it. He will come around to me sooner or later. I know I have been feeling really negative about this project for months, but something in the stars change. When it comes to this project I have to believe in fate, because that’s the world view of this world. FATE. It’s fate, that I found the shop. It’s fate I was able to ride with them, it’s fate that no one for the last year has died. That we are/were/together at that moment. Everything comes down to whether fate allows that car to move from here to there at that speed.
Because if anything changes, if the road has a bump, if there is another car coming on the other side, if there is a rock, or the tires blow, or the engine gives out, or the driver misjudges, the outcome is different.
And each piece that goes together making a safe journey home is so fractionally small. The large picture, the underlying mentality that allows someone to be able to get behind the wheel or the seat and push the limits of themselves, their fear, and the machine is that someone, something, bigger more powerful is in charge.
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