tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post8571674564089908519..comments2024-03-28T11:30:46.101-04:00Comments on Murder is Everywhere: Hell on WheelsOvidia Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749549092493567689noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-55231187107272507042011-08-27T01:14:48.523-04:002011-08-27T01:14:48.523-04:00The influence of the 400-year Turkish occupation o...The influence of the 400-year Turkish occupation of Greece remains today in many ways. Thankfully, the internal combustion engine, though built, had not expanded into donkey replacing transport before independence. Otherwise I'm sure the Greek driver's natural propensity for finding a way around anything...regardless of signage or oncoming traffic...would have given the Istanbul (Constantinople) drivers a race for their money. As I said, thankfully not. <br /><br />I fully understand why you headed for the bar after each episode, but that makes you a far braver man than I, Dan, for I'd have needed a belt or two before. <br /><br /><br />--JeffJeffrey Sigerhttp://www.jeffreysiger.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-18847597795876014342011-08-26T19:43:53.145-04:002011-08-26T19:43:53.145-04:00. He explained that Istanbul’s roads are bedeville.... He explained that Istanbul’s roads are bedevilled by car accidents (’No sh*t,’ I thought) <br /><br />I've been laughing for 20 minutes.<br /><br />Short and right on point.Bethhttp://www.murderbytype.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-33101902491426679362011-08-26T19:06:40.874-04:002011-08-26T19:06:40.874-04:00I don't know Lenny. That sounds truly terrifyi...I don't know Lenny. That sounds truly terrifying. But at least your guy was slowing down. I think a dose of something opiate might do the drivers of Istanbul some good...Dan Waddellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04320741202757960766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-74805817208731098752011-08-26T17:49:19.797-04:002011-08-26T17:49:19.797-04:00Dan--
One time in Manhattan I had a junkie cab dr...Dan--<br /><br />One time in Manhattan I had a junkie cab driver, a fact I deduced from his mumbling and pin-dot irises, followed shortly by the cab slowing to a halt as the driver did a junkie nod, his forehead coming to rest on the steering wheel. <br /><br />My first thought was, good thing his foot came off the gas pedal; this could be worse, the car could still be moving.<br /><br />Unfortunately we'd stopped dead center athwart the southbound lanes of Park Avenue. I looked up and saw three lanes of traffic roaring down at us, on course to ram us broadside.<br /><br />I began pounding on the plastic divider and kicking the back of the driver's seat. He jolted awake and we started moving again.<br /><br />I got out at the next corner.<br /><br />And yet, I'd take that guy over any of the Istanbul drivers you described. No contest.<br /><br />--LennyLenny Kleinfeldhttp://www.lennykleinfeld.comnoreply@blogger.com