Have you ever driven in white out conditions, where the falling snow swirling around in the wind resembled cotton candy? How about after your first eye exam, where no one told you that your eyes would be putting on a fireworks display for about an hour? And what if that eye exam happened after dental surgery, and the Novocain wore off, and your cheek throbbed like a painful balloon being inflated and deflated? Out, Ow! In, Ow! Out, Ow! In, Ow!
And you’re driving in the middle of a city populated by all nations? Sharing the street with people who’d never driven before because they couldn’t afford a car or weren’t allowed to drive in their home countries? And for many, road rules were optional, if not unknown? And dodging whole families from other countries darting in and out of traffic with their umbrellas, packages, and strollers, because where they grew up everyone did that?
Just wondering. I have.