I may have failed to mention that slightly before the house wreck, we had our first South African car wreck. I was behind the wheel, but – despite being a new right-side driver in the craziest driving city EVER – not at fault.
You know how the entire purpose of a traffic circle is to keep traffic moving? Well, here, traffic circles have stoplights (robots) in them. Which makes zero sense, and causes complete chaos. Anyway, a dude less in tune with physics than I am tried to exit a circle from an inner lane THROUGH me in an outer lane. Mulva sustained moderate damage, John and I were both fine, and I surprised myself with my big African cojones by leaping from the car and flexing at the dude and giving him my best “WTF!!?!?” look.
So Mulva is in the shop this week being restored to her former glory, and we are driving a rental Honda Jazz. The Jazzy. I had forgotten how much I loved my Honda (which went to Kidney Foundation Heaven at 215,000 miles) until I got behind the wheel of the Jazzy. Though the turn signal and windshield wiper stems are reversed (Mulva’s are standard American configuration – does anyone know which way is ‘normal’ when the steering wheel is on the right?) so I keep turning on the wipers every time I turn left. Hopefully traffic circle peeps will be able to read that as a signal.
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