No respect for people or society
Late afternoon on New Year's Eve I was enjoying a drive on an uncluttered Bangkok expressway while congratulating myself on my decision to avoid the carnage of upcountry roads by staying in the capital over the holiday.
All of a sudden my contemplation was rudely interrupted by a roar of powerful motors. I took it for a brace of highway police motorbikes and prepared to be pulled over for some real or imagined misdemeanour. Then a glimpse of fire-engine-red flashed low down in my left mirror, and in a split second a Ferrari had slalomed between me and the lumbering pickup truck I was about to overtake, clearing my front wing by a matter of a few centimetres. Two seconds later another Ferrari, this one white, followed in hot pursuit, snaking through the sparse traffic, and they raced off into the setting sun leaving me with the sensation I was on a giant Scalextric track.