12-5-12
It is a foggy rainy cool morning in Taichung The cars and scooters are whizzing by on Tai-Yuan Road, thirteen floors down, but hardly a horn can be heard. If this was New York, anywhere, there'd be hundreds of assholes honking their horns arrogantly at each other, long angry honking of horns, not short spurts of "avoid danger" honks. The irony is, more drivers break traffic rules here than in New York; it's like there are no rules here. Cars and scooters go through red lights regularly, park wherever they please, etc. but there is mutual distraction on the road. On a corner such as the one downstairs, there would be a number of accidents if it were in New York City. I have seen only one accident downstairs since I moved here two months ago!
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