I worked in an epic brick factory.
In the morning I went to the mode of extreme laziness, and decided to go to work for a taxi.
I ordered, a young man came, took me. We go down the trail, normally, under 80 km.
And here, right in front of us, some fool begins to slow down sharply. It takes it, in general, capitally. He first turns 180 through his right shoulder, dying at this point for a second. Then it starts to spin further, it rolls, say, to 300, and from this position it moves sharply to the right and back, knocking his ass into the side of the car to the right of us. We walk around it just a little swinging to the left, and we move on. And all this almost without slowing down the speed.
We sit with a guide on the side, and he says, “What a day!”
And I will echo him: “What a wonderful day!”"
Mad Max is on the side and jealous. Real rage on the roads of Moscow.