The evening. I sit on the balcony and smoke. Under the window of the track, and in a couple of kilometers bike club "Night Wolves". To the lightforest comes a car of 8-9 cyclists on harleys. They are standing, motorcycles roar, rushing from the place - a whistle on the whole street.
After 5 seconds in the opposite direction, a broken nine goes without an extinguisher. So she overwhelmed them all without tension.
The Russian car industry.