Hazard, that is. The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys is way overdue for a session of laughing at Russians driving funny. Luckily for us, there’s an inexhaustible supply of source material.
At first, you begin to wonder why no one in Russia ever sees danger coming. To a casual American observer, the majority of these crashes seem to happen in slow motion. You can see the cars languidly drifting into the wrong lane from a half-a-mile away. Yet somehow, no one in Russia ever notices anything.
Well, they notice the crash after it’s happened, and they’re in it, of course. There’s usually a long pause, and then the Rostov-on-Don version of a Johnny Cash voice says something that sounds like, “Droodz lack yapenny droodzzzzz.” Don’t quote me on that.
Anyway, I’m beginning to think I should move to Russia. In Russia, everyone is a borderline sociopathic boy. Even the women.