There is a strange comfort in knowing that you go through life alone. Despite the friends, despite the family around you, no matter how many employees you have or how close you are to your partner, you and only you can taste the meal you eat. I think that is a really interesting thought to ponder. These are the things I think about while catching public transport. Thankfully, I won’t be needing to think about stuff like that any more.
Why? Because I bought a motorbike. That’s right, I’ve got my first set of motorized wheels and I’m loving it. I beat buses. I beat subways. I even beat taxis. Seoul is no longer a vast metropolis. For me, it has become a skidmark in the dust of my bike, and no part is safe from my rubber burning ways.
Yet, even when I am beating traffic and fanging it up side streets, I am still at work upstairs, contemplating the questions we all face day in and day out. Like why are taxis so inconsiderate toward other road inhabitants, more commonly phrased as “That ****ing taxi bastard cut me off!” and the eternal musing of “Maybe the other way was faster..?”
At any rate, it’s a breeze and I have time to burn at my destination when I arrive there half an hour ahead of when I would have if I’d taken public transport. This is not to say that public transport is bad in Seoul. No, just the opposite. It is amazingly efficient and cheap. It’s just that it’s so crowded and tiring going up and down all those steps and hanging on for your life when you’re standing on the bus, that I’ve grown really tired of it.
And I will let you know when I solve the riddle of “Just where did this guy get his licence from?”
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