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Mexicali Blues

Having spent two weeks in Cabo San Lucas,own death from morons coming the other way as
Baja Mexico I have a much better view of whatwell.
paradise is and what it is not. I have been
going down there for the last 6 years, twiceTheir driving speaks to me of their culture,
a year but never for more than 7 days. Thisa macho outlook with pride above all, and
14 day extravaganza came after I had to sellintelligence taking a back seat. The
long positions to close them out for a lossAgrigarian culture is not ready for the
and then watched the stock market go to newcivilized world of rules and regulation and
highs in October, a month always known forhaving been in an accident here in Las Vegas
being the worst month for stock prices in thewith a 16 year-old Mexican boy running a stop
entire year, followed only by the month ofsign with no insurance, I now understand why
September. I had only been waiting all yearit happened and can only wonder when their
for  this  move,  but  I  digress.government begins to train their people to
use their cars as vehicles not weapons of
I always thought that I would retire inmachismic behavior. The apex of my
Mexico, it's slow pace and charming people Iexperience was when I had to make a "K" turn
envied or so I thought. Now having more timeas taxis and local cars blocked a street and
to delve into the culture, to spend more timein attempting to turn around I was swarmed
driving for instance, allowed me a newwith taxis on both sides, all who saw what I
perspective. Mexicans do not have rules ofwas doing and were attempting to block me for
the road when they drive. They pay noabsolutely no reason. I rolled the window
attention to divider lines, no passing zones,down and started screaming assholes in
speed limits, turn signals, right of ways,Spanish while jamming the car in reverse,
dangerous curves, stop signs, lights, and anyposturing as if I would smash their mode of
other legality that I, a citizen of Estadoliving to bits, coming within inches of their
Unidos, would be pulled over and would havetaxis to force them to stop for a
to fork over forty to fifty dollars to paymillisecond, while I yanked the wheel and
off the local cops at their request ofbulleted out of there before it got way too
course, amigo. Badges? They don't need noviolent for such a small incident. I had
stinkin'  badges!enough for any vacation and for the first
time began to look forward to coming back
There isn't one vehicle that doesn't havehome.
damage to their bumpers, doors, fenders,
windows, or any other part of their vehicle.What was charming was now an inconvenience
They drive like they are in a bullring,and the slow pace and constant stealing of
taunting you by using their car as a cape,change that I used to not care about, began
their machisimo brandished like a swordto piss me off. Now I was living here, not
putting their lives and their children'sjust admiring the view, and I didn't think
lives in constant danger. Insane madnessthe gas attendant stealing a few bucks with
permeates their every move and only a morethe lack of pumping the correct amount was a
insane display of madness will back them off,quaint custom anymore. The incessant
one that would put you in harm's way and onlybadgering by men, women, and children for
a fool would attempt. My old adage ifsales of silver, dolls, scarves, gum, and
they're behind you, they can't hurt youtimeshares was now overbearing. The chips
didn't apply as they were like horseflys withand salsa had run their course and Monty
a mission to bite you, New Jersey greenstruck with a forceful blow. Enough of
heads-never giving a fucking inch. They hadparadise, give me an Arby's, a clean
no fear, the fools, and they would run overrestaurant, a television whose channels
their own people rather than show kindness onstayed the same for more than 48 hours, a
the road. Everyone was the bull and theypool that wasn't heated to 102 degrees in the
take on bull with mucho gusto. On the road97 degree weather. Give me my home, my own
out of town to Todos Santos I witnessed aculture, my discount supermarket card, my ATM
head-on between two tractor trailers at highspitting out dollars not pesos, cars with
speed. There was nothing left but scrappollution controls and brakes-HASTA LA VISTA
metal. This on a two lane treacherous roadBABY!!
with no passing, no shoulders, and apparently
no speed limits although I swear I saw signsTHANK GOD FOR THE U.S. OF A. Thats all I can
that showed 60 kilometers per hour on thesay. I will still enjoy manchego cheese and
curves and 80 on the straightways. I slowedsomeday again chips and salsa, but for now
and looked at the Mexican drivers in shock,the firehouse that was my ass is pain free
rolled my window down and shouted "muy rapidoand I can eat solid food again and I am
es bien, eh?" They looked down in shame asgrateful. Adios,  amigos!
they should have. They avoided death only
because of the protection those cabs afford.Ole!
I then spent the next hour trying to avoid my



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