1. There’s a bus smack in the middle of a six-way controlled intersection.
You’ve been trying to turn left onto Nguyễn Hữu Cảnh for about 15 minutes. It’s one of those six-way intersections, and there’s a giant green bus that thought he could turn left on red. As a result, you and about 200 other motorbikes all believe that it’s your turn, too, and you’re all within a few inches of each other, facing about 200 different directions. Ahh, pure chaos. Nowadays, you know nothing but. The question you face that happens every time is: do you ride along under the protection of the bus’s exhaust pipe or do you try to forge your own path through the face masks and helmets and chickens and goldfish bags and let go of being able to describe yourself as punctual? At least you have an internal debate to help the time fly by.