Fatigued & Furious: Thailand Drift

Half an hour past midnight and I'm waiting for the last dose of painkillers to kick in while I try to relax and get some sleep. A rather annoying and loud sound emanates from outside reminding me that hoons exist all over the world. Tyres screeching and the sound of a poor engine being revved (although the pitch seemed to indicate the engineering was poor and the rev limit wasn't very high) indicated the presence of some fool in, I presume, the car park opposite the hotel engaging in some burnout circle work. Perhaps this testosterone (and possibly alcohol) induced antic was the result of a poor deluded fool thinking he was in Fast & Furious:Tokyo Drift. Walking down practically any street, it doesn't take long before you see a garage selling shiny alloy wheels and potentially other look-fast bits. Some taxi's here are subjected to bolt on rear wings and body kits that look like they exceed the value of the rest of the car. This is Asia after all, home of the rice boy. Unfortunately, Thailand is a poorer country and, unlike say Japan, the cars and corresponding after market industry tend to reek "hopeful" rather than "hot".

I stood at the window wondering if I could get a glimpse of this offender and slightly annoyed that I hadn't ticked the "ping pong package (complete with explosive ping pong balls)" when I had scheduled my surgery. I was still sore from dilating, otherwise I would have definitely tried sending an acrylic missile his way but the pain and aching got the better of me and I crawled back into bed and turned the volume up on iTunes. I hope I didn't annoy my next door neighbours...