Well, the Qingqi and the Sativa/Indica are inextricably related in this story.
I was staying with some boarder friends (or "hostelites" as they were called... I was a "day scholar") We used to go to these Buddhist stupas in Taxila that were right next to campus to relax after dusk. I forget if the site was called Sirkap or Jaulian.
Anyhow, once everyone was suitably relaxed, if you catch the drift, we decided that we all wanted to race Qingqis. There weren't many that plied the routes late at night, but we eventually stopped a couple, and either paid the drivers for the privilege of driving their wonderful machines, or threatened them with dire consequences if they didn't let us. I forget which one it was.
After that, we raced them down the empty streets. It was great fun, especially with that ear-splitting sound in the dead of the night, which must've roused quite a few ghosts of Buddhist monks from centuries past. I tried doing a wheelie at some point but that carriage thingie in the back makes it impossible to pull one off.
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