It is funny the things one gets used to.
My car spent the last couple of days in the VW dealer getting its annual checkup. The cost and quality of the work was very good, I mean exceptional. It was one incredibly efficient operation in a one incredibly spotless work area. And the car came back like new. They opened the hood and the engine look like one in the showroom.
I jumped in the car and hit the road, only to be immediately stopped by another political march/blockade. These are so common, that one does not even think about them. I just turned the car around and headed into the back streets along with everyone else. The crazy thing is that there is no perceivable increase in driver angst. Everyone just treats it as normal, an opportunity to enjoy a little extra music, to check out the sights.
I had to laugh thinking how the Boston commuters, with whom I shared the road for so many years, would have dealt. I remember a time when the passenger in a car, which was cutting me off, lightly tapped on the hood of my car with a baseball bat. "It's all yours...."
Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo
The hereafter re me
- Christopher Stowens
- Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
- Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler
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Cognition comes through comparison. And I had to laugh thinking that Boston commuter traffic is pure heaven in comparison to, say, Moscow. You should never, never attempt to drive there!
~Y.
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