The Yawn

Aced the motorcycle written test last week, so technically I'm permitted. Also passed the 1/2 drivers written test, so all I need for an M1 license is to pass the on-road test.

It appears we will be buying a scooter sometime soon. Last Friday we went to a small local garage where the dude sells Lance scooters. Lance is manufactured in China, and the quality...well, that's why I'm blogging.

Now how is it that all Chinese merchandise is such shit? I mean, universally: sockets, headphones, toys, clock radios, scooters, briefcases, bicycles, lawn mowers, fountain pens, box wrenches...every fucking thing produced from that country is a piece of shit! Tell me, does a Hangzou factory worker, after spending the day manufacturing an utter piece of shit product for export, go home to work on his bicycle using an utter piece of shit wrench manufactured by some other Chinese factory worker? Does he curse the Gods when that wrench 'yawns'? Does he curse the fact that he has to work on his bicycle more than he rides it because the bicycle itself is an utter piece of shit built by yet another Chinese factory worker?

Does he feel proud of his work? Is he proud to manufacture a 12mm wrench that's more like 12.3mm, whose chrome plating peels off after first use, bends after the second use, and rusts after the third use...and feel like he's advanced mankind? I have to think he doesn't give a shit; doesn't give a damn about his life's work -- he just wants work. Nothing else matters. He's a cog in a global export machine who simply needs to compete against the factory workers in the next village.