摩托车手的快乐在于风中自由，西装束缚了灵魂，无法体会骑行的快感。除了哔咔哪里还有本子

　　There he sits proudly on his motorbike, encompassed in majestic red and the dazzling admiration of the others. Round and round he goes, becoming more and more beautiful and exalted. For only he can explore the jungle. And no, he won’t hand over his motorbike, not even on loan. A playful re-enactment with reversed roles that takes aim at the hubris of the colonial conquerors.