Back
in high school,
on an exploratory
trip near
ensada, we
stumbled upon
what looked
like a long,
wrapping left
at a small
point. There
was nothing
on the point
except dirt
and a guard
booth. The
guard booth,
stocked with
two standard
sleepy mexican
guards, was
situated next
to the road,
which itself
was made of
the same packed
dirt. We drove
the long way
around the
guard booth
to avoid detection
to quickly
confirm our
score without
being detected.
Only when
we drove out
there, my
friends volvo
got good and
stuck in huge
mud pile.
Being stuck,
we obliviously
looked like
stupid gringos
and immediately
go the attention
of the guards.
They started yelling "the
policia is
on the way!" and that we
need to surrender
right now.
My bro, who
speaks fluent
spanish, was
trying to
explain that
we were stuck,
and wanted
to leave.
We thought
we were f!#@ed,
when a mexican
passing by
heard the
screaming
and yelling
and walked
up to us.
He said something
in spanish,
and walked
away.
I
asked what
he said. My
bro told me
that he said
he could help
and then said
something
he didn‚t
understand.
That scared
me because
I'm thinking
my bro speaks
good spanish
so now were
just thinking
about to get
out of this.
All of a sudden-
that passing
mexican rolls
through with
this small
tracker /
bulldozer
and proceeds
to lift the
rear half
of the volvo,
and drag the
entire car
back to the
road. Then
he let the
car drop back
to the street.
And you wonder
why cars always
looked jacked
in mexico.
At that point
the stunned
guards just
stood there,
while we bailed
out to avoid
any policia
that may or
may not have
been coming. |
