No sooner than I had crossed the intersection I was compelled to slam on the brakes and throw the “Short Bus” into reverse.
Honestly, I had simply proceeded forward from the stop sign normally, as any red-blooded driver would have in a similar situation. Really.
But as it turns out, the Mexican Department Of Transportation (or whatever they call it) has a warped sense of humor.
And no question. Most traffic patterns in Mexico tend to assume that every vehicle that passes through is piloted by a local citizen who knows better by now than to assume anything…like, for example, that the street in front of you is NOT a “one way” street–headed in the OPPOSITE direction.
Well you know what happens when you assume. Some guy from Texas hits town and causes mayhem in the streets.
Sure enough, I was about to have “SEAT” tattooed on my forehead and Emily a “Chevy” symbol tattooed on hers had my reflexes not kicked in.
Who knew? Certainly there weren’t any SIGNS to inform us that what seemed perfectly logical was flat-out ridiculous to suppose.
Fortunately, there was a guy standing on the street corner to whistle at us…after I was already burning rubber in reverse.
