Ah, my neighbour's son, little Manu from the shop next door, he went and bought one of those big bikes last month. All shine and chrome, roaring like a wounded bull at 6am. I told him, 'Mone, this road to Fort Kochi has more potholes than a toddy shop has empty glasses—take it slow, no?' Next week, I see him sitting on the curb, sipping chai from a paper cup, chain snapped near the jetty. Not a word of gloating from me, but he gets it now. All that speed means nothing when the road knows better than you do.
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