1. Being OK with driving insanely long hours
This commute across the city on a motorbike with a light breeze and headphones on is nothing compared to being stuck on the 5 at rush hour. Sure, you’re sweating a little and there seems to be an inordinate amount of shops playing techno and flashing blinding strobe lights at motorists to get their attention (and the temporary use of their retinas), but at least you can people watch to your destination. For example, how many chickens can you see? What’s the highest number of people on one bike? Any good Chinglish t-shirts to commit to memory?