This morning, I made a return visit to the RTV to redo the test I failed last week. I woke up even earlier than last time (the “normal” evil traffic has returned to Lindora, and I didn’t want to be late), drank a strong coffee, and prepared to get through this with flying colours.
I mean, we fixed the brakes. It should be perfect, right? Right?
Lest we forget, though, that Murphy lives with me.
It goes to figure: Even though Costa Rica seems to lack things like good traffic control, traffic laws that people take seriously (though that’s beginning to change with some of the new laws that have been introduced recently), or even decent roads, Costa Rica happens to have one of the most advanced vehicle inspection systems I’ve ever seen.
It’s so advanced that I’m willing to bet most of the junkers you see on the road up north wouldn’t even pass inspection down here. You wouldn’t be allowed to drive ‘em. It amazes me to no end that the standards here are so high given the comparison to everything else.
And it goes to figure that our car failed. Damn you, Murphy, will you kindly leave me the hell alone, now?!
Written by
Recent Comments