While on a downtown street a seemingly crazy street person tried to give me the lowdown. When I mentioned this to my liason person, the street person was reprimanded.
Somehow, while trying to backup in a tight city parking area, I ran the Porsche over a 20 foot drop off and it went under the asphault. Upon inspection with a couple of friends I realized there was a city garage or something under there. I just drove out.
One of the friends was my best friend and we decided to rebel and take off on our own. All I remember is driving over a huge bridge towards the big city and knowing that we were going to discover the real Japan.