Long distance taxis were always up for a race. Many a grandma perched on the back seat would egg her chauffeur on to ‘go faster’ and ‘beat the Mzungus on fancy bikes!’.
Nearing their destination, the sprint would begin. After passing us the chauffeur would break into a grin. He was at the helm of a far heavier two-wheeler, but he still managed to win!
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