Ave Maria and the Buttercream-Colored Girl

Or ‘How I know I’m not in Minnesota anymore’.
Stop signs are optional. 
This was discovered back during the white knuckle days of learning to navigate the streets.  There is one particular stop sign in the big city where everybody just kind of rolls on by.  I do it, too, but the initial thrill has worn off. 
In the beginning [...]

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I have no choice, Monsieur Camus

Having grown up in the Mid-West, I learned to drive on wide, asphalt-covered, grand swaths of road and highway; and because my tiny hometown was also situated in the countryside, there were plenty of gravel roads to whiz down, as well.   I have never (knock, knock, knock) been in a car-related accident and I have [...]

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La Voiture

For the short time that we lived in Philadelphia, we had a brand-spankin’ new, fully loaded, 2008 Mazda CX-7.  I had never owned a new car before and it was such a thrill to drive it around the streets of Philly.  I felt so privileged and ever so slightly superior.
 
 
 
Here in Mauritius, we are currently driving a snazzy ‘tropical [...]

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