GIVE ME THE KEYS! I GOT A TOURIST VISA!

            I drove for the first time from Colmar back to Rouffach. I’ve never driven in a foreign country before and Mexico and Canada don’t count, not in my book anyway.  So not only was it my first time driving in France it was also the first time I drove a stick in six years. Sure I’ve moved cars with a stick but driving is driving and it felt great. I totally want to get rid of my auto when I get back to the states. I forgot how much fun sticks are but I do have to remind myself that in L.A. I wanted to kill myself every other day due to the traffic. My thighs would actually cramp at holding the clutch and such. Any way, I approached my first roundabout, you know, one of those circle type intersections with the roads that tentacle off? I entered and skipped out the other side without any flair and I thought, “Huh, that wasn’t so bad.” It kind of makes sense to never have to stop. I came to the second of about thirty roundabouts and low and behold as soon as I got into the intersection a late 80’s Dodge Caravan careened out of nowhere and nearly side swiped me. First off, who cares about the near accident? What I’m concerned about is the fact that a late 80’s Caravan is still on the road! I don’t even think there are any late 80’s Dodge Caravans left anywhere in the States and here is one in Eastern France driving all willy nilly. I thought they had all either rusted away or just plain blown up. Wouldn’t it be ironic though if it were a Detroit family funster that killed me while driving in France. I think so.