Mexicali Blues

Having spent two weeks in Cabo San Lucas, Bajathe protection those cabs afford. I then spent the
Mexico I have a much better view of whatnext hour trying to avoid my own death from
paradise is and what it is not. I have been goingmorons coming the other way as well.
down there for the last 6 years, twice a year butTheir driving speaks to me of their culture, a
never for more than 7 days. This 14 daymacho outlook with pride above all, and intelligence
extravaganza came after I had to sell longtaking a back seat. The Agrigarian culture is not
positions to close them out for a loss and thenready for the civilized world of rules and regulation
watched the stock market go to new highs inand having been in an accident here in Las Vegas
October, a month always known for being thewith a 16 year-old Mexican boy running a stop
worst month for stock prices in the entire year,sign with no insurance, I now understand why it
followed only by the month of September. I hadhappened and can only wonder when their
only been waiting all year for this move, but Igovernment begins to train their people to use
digress.their cars as vehicles not weapons of machismic
I always thought that I would retire in Mexico, it'sbehavior. The apex of my experience was when
slow pace and charming people I envied or so II had to make a "K" turn as taxis and local cars
thought. Now having more time to delve into theblocked a street and in attempting to turn around
culture, to spend more time driving for instance,I was swarmed with taxis on both sides, all who
allowed me a new perspective. Mexicans do notsaw what I was doing and were attempting to
have rules of the road when they drive. Theyblock me for absolutely no reason. I rolled the
pay no attention to divider lines, no passing zones,window down and started screaming assholes in
speed limits, turn signals, right of ways, dangerousSpanish while jamming the car in reverse,
curves, stop signs, lights, and any other legalityposturing as if I would smash their mode of living
that I, a citizen of Estado Unidos, would be pulledto bits, coming within inches of their taxis to force
over and would have to fork over forty to fiftythem to stop for a millisecond, while I yanked the
dollars to pay off the local cops at their requestwheel and bulleted out of there before it got way
of course, amigo. Badges? They don't need notoo violent for such a small incident. I had enough
stinkin' badges!for any vacation and for the first time began to
There isn't one vehicle that doesn't have damagelook forward to coming back home.
to their bumpers, doors, fenders, windows, or anyWhat was charming was now an inconvenience
other part of their vehicle. They drive like theyand the slow pace and constant stealing of
are in a bullring, taunting you by using their car aschange that I used to not care about, began to
a cape, their machisimo brandished like a swordpiss me off. Now I was living here, not just
putting their lives and their children's lives inadmiring the view, and I didn't think the gas
constant danger. Insane madness permeates theirattendant stealing a few bucks with the lack of
every move and only a more insane display ofpumping the correct amount was a quaint custom
madness will back them off, one that would putanymore. The incessant badgering by men,
you in harm's way and only a fool would attempt.women, and children for sales of silver, dolls,
My old adage if they're behind you, they can't hurtscarves, gum, and timeshares was now
you didn't apply as they were like horseflys with aoverbearing. The chips and salsa had run their
mission to bite you, New Jersey greencourse and Monty struck with a forceful blow.
heads-never giving a fucking inch. They had noEnough of paradise, give me an Arby's, a clean
fear, the fools, and they would run over theirrestaurant, a television whose channels stayed the
own people rather than show kindness on thesame for more than 48 hours, a pool that wasn't
road. Everyone was the bull and they take on bullheated to 102 degrees in the 97 degree weather.
with mucho gusto. On the road out of town toGive me my home, my own culture, my discount
Todos Santos I witnessed a head-on betweensupermarket card, my ATM spitting out dollars
two tractor trailers at high speed. There wasnot pesos, cars with pollution controls and
nothing left but scrap metal. This on a two lanebrakes-HASTA LA VISTA BABY!!
treacherous road with no passing, no shoulders,THANK GOD FOR THE U.S. OF A. Thats all I can
and apparently no speed limits although I swear Isay. I will still enjoy manchego cheese and
saw signs that showed 60 kilometers per hour onsomeday again chips and salsa, but for now the
the curves and 80 on the straightways. I slowedfirehouse that was my ass is pain free and I can
and looked at the Mexican drivers in shock, rolledeat solid food again and I am grateful. Adios,
my window down and shouted "muy rapido esamigos!
bien, eh?" They looked down in shame as theyOle!
should have. They avoided death only because of