I thought my life was ending on that highway. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely grip the wheel, my vision narrowing to a thin tunnel as the roar of engines surrounded me. Every second of delay felt like a death sentence, a moment stretching endlessly as if time itself had betrayed me. My mind raced with fear and fury—fear for my daughter, fury at the sea of motorcycles that had suddenly become an impenetrable wall. I was ready to scream, to fight, to call the police, to do anything to reclaim control of a world that suddenly...
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