“Whatever we do, we are not going to ride on the expressway.”
“Ok, sounds good. I do not think I am ready for it.”
I was confident I had a sense of where I was going. As we head north, northeast, everything was unfolding to my make it up as you go along plan. As the traffic began to lighten up in the burbs, my confidence grew. We were on the right track! Even in my uncertainty, I was certain that I was on track. Dairy Farm Road looked familiar – another positive step.
It is not hard to imagine what was going to unfold. I should have known. The signs told me the truth – left onto one expressway, right on another. We were going to go on an expressway. The only question at this point was which one.
I waved at the other riders signaling that we were headed left. The GPS said it was the right way. It seemed the better of two choices.
As we merged into the lanes at speed, the swarm was on us! In my head I knew were in dangerous territory. This expressway was the major commuter route for Malaysian workers headed home. Our timing was the peak of rush hour. The workers on small motorcycles were like swarming bees! Any and every lane was an option. Between the lanes was fair game. As we kept to the center of our lane, the buzz of small bikes weaving around us at high speed was incredible. For some in our group it was a rush, for others it was a living nightmare. It was as if we were being pursued – and being caught.
“God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild.” (Psalm 7.1)
The mayhem kept building. The four miles before we could exit seems like an eternity. While there were several close encounters, I do not think anyone connected with the swarm.
As we weaved towards an exit, one had a sense of being rescued. Light traffic and openness were our remedy for mayhem.