0b. prologue 01 Mar 2007 01:02 pm
We are the Wind 3
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Those who have read this far probably already figured this out, but our intentions weren’t just to find out if our bikes would get caught by a speed trap. Our real goal was to get revenge against the government powers for our friend who was caught on his scooter. So even though we got the results we wanted by the fifth guy, we had no intentions of stopping.
Even for the police who were manning the speed trap, bikes that would come at full speed once in a while must have been unnatural. They were probably on to our evil deeds by now. On the other hand, the cars that ran behind us weren’t caught even though they were speeding about as fast as we were, so for good or bad, we felt like we were helping society.
Either way, we had no idea what kind of punishment awaited us if we were caught, so we were forced to change our plan.
“Ok, let’s increase the people that go at once.”
If we were in a group, it made it harder for the policemen to catch us. We decided that from the sixth guy, we were going to send out eight guys at once. I was also to participate in this one.
The eight of us started all at once in a column. What a magnificent sight the eight of us made! Even though we were on bikes, the impact was different.
Until then, we were biking quietly to escape notice, but we felt reborn and were screaming while riding.
“Buooooooooh!”
There was almost something beautiful about this. It was like charging into the vanishing point or like Astro Boy charging into the sun in the last chapter.
But we had forgotten one important thing. That was, if we were able to come up with this plan, they would also be able to “figure out our plan.”
As we approached the vanishing point, the policemen came rushing out. Three of us were able to make it through, but four of us were caught. And being in the back with my girl bike, I was easily caught…
But. Even though we were in a situation like this, we were laughing. We didn’t even have a license that they could take away points from.
One of the policemen asked.
“Why are you guys in such a hurry?”
“Oh, there’s a lot waiting for me at home…”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Like… my dog… and ice cream. I left some out.”
“That’s right. And I also left the stove on for my stew…”
Are you guys housewives? I wish they would’ve seen what kind of mood they were in before they started with these lame jokes…
Without responding, the policeman said,
“You guys come over here.”
This was the first time any of us had ever seen the inside of an official traffic checkpoint, so we were all looking around. It was like the headquarters at a sports tournament.
“Well, sit down.”
“What’s going on? We were just racing on our bikes.”
I was the first to give the excuse that “we had planned,” but I was starting to get worried about the extremely (in some ways normal to us) thoughtless manner of my friends.
“Sit!”
At this time, I finally understood how a pet dog feels.
And this was the first “offical questioning” of my life.
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