Once again we started off down the Van Linh Parkway accompanied by a benevolent photographer, Jackie, who took some fantastic shots. Viewing them, I realized the insanity of the traffic we deal with. While on the bike, you're focused just on what's ahead of you (you wouldn't last long otherwise). Seeing pictures with a greater peripheral offered some perspective on the mass hysteria around us, being sandwiched between cars, trucks and motorbikes, etc.
We totally smoked Jackie to the end of the parkway, though it may have had something to do with her getting a flat tire. But we are pretty damn fast, so maybe she just couldn't keep pace. We pushed it a little farther, heading 15-20 minutes further, deeper into the heart of traffic darkness, just trying to co-exist with all the other vehicles.
"This reminds me so much of driving down Highway 394 (in Minnesota)," I say to James. "And if I saw two bikers on 394, I'd say, 'What the f$%@ is wrong those idiots on bikes?'"