Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Just another day driving in Mexico...
Skirting around Veracruz, a roadman flags us across a railroad track where the approaching train sounds its horn. No more than 30 feet away, “SH- -!” is all I can stammer as Dave steps on it. That is as close as I ever hope to come to a moving train. In our country they lower gates to stop you, here flagmen wave you on, helping you to squeeze across before the speeding locomotion.
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