Driving in the D.R.

Now I can't actually talk from firsthand experience.

But it's all just so...forceful, aggressive, impressive here.

Here's to emulating Dominican driving habits back home in gringolandia, and breaking every single traffic rule:

- shamelessly running red lights after dark (sometimes not so shamelessly, as much as out of necessity)

- obnoxiously honking at people as you attempt to pass them (only to have some other puto cut you off...in the opposite direction)

- pulling up behind the car directly in front of you, literally within inches, and then swerving across six direction-shifting lanes of traffic with the wrong blinker blinking, with only your hand making an (ambiguous) fist to let other drivers (quienes no están prestando ni un chin de atención) know what you mean to do.

- kick the beautiful white girl out of your car, because you see an even hotter white girl standing on the street corner, and you want her for your (un-)lawfully wedded green card.

(yes, that last one actually happened to my friend Raquel)

By the same token, I'm planning on sticking a big white letter K in the top left corner of my windshield when I get my car back, and drive it through Worcester, to give the many displaced santiagueros some nostalgia. Rides will gladly be accepted, 15 pesos per vola.