For the Drifters and other OIF alumni, lots of people, lots of mopeds, lots of squirley dudes in dish-dashas with cell phones, and everyone driving like it was Mad Max.
Logically, I knew that all was OK, and there were no atmospherics about anything bad, but DAMN was it stressful. In Iraq, we would have rolled up half the MAMs we drove past.
I was glad to get off the street.
P.S. Uncle Barry: this pic reminded me of that flyer you made a few years back.