Indescribable: Exceeding all description; impossible or very difficult to describe.
Driving in India.
This is an indescribable thing. I have driven or ridden in all kinds of weather, countries, and cultures in all kinds of vehicles and conveyances piloted by operators of all variety of driver and I have NEVER, EVER, EVER experienced anything like this. These people are a combination of insane, homicidal, violent, and suicidal all wrapped up in a high-speed, two tons of steel and glass video game designed by the Insane Clown Posse. It reminds me of the movie Blade Runner where flying ships are moving horizontally, vertically, and at weird and unpredictable angles, in a smoky, dim, dark post-apocalyptic nightmare.
The average day of driving, in dry weather, with good sunlight and excellent visibility, is terrifying. The exceptions, which have included nighttime driving - where the above scene is done in the dark, illuminated headlights or headlights that have a candle power exceeding a weak children's nighlight are the norm - or one one and a half lane mountain roads where the driver uses the technique of beeping his horn repeatedly while he blasts into blind curves at a normal stupefying rate of speed.
Today I actually toyed with the idea of telling the guy to slow down a bit but frankly, I'm a little afraid of him. He operates the car calmly, taking phone calls while driving, but from time to time he'll roll down the window and have a brief, running argument with another driver. I'm not sure what he might do to me if I ticked him off.
It is indescribable.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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