I once got lost on a desert road, no GPS, just a map, a pack of beans, and a trusty old bike. I rode straight into a sandstorm, laughed at the wind, and found a hidden oasis where a group of nomads welcomed me. Chaos? Sure, I let the sand hit the tires, used the surprise of the storm to slip past a patrol, and we turned the road into a dance floor—no plans, just living in the moment and outsmarting whoever tried to block us. That’s how I win a road battle: throw a little unpredictability, keep moving, and let the chaos do the work.