Please bear with me. My Cyrillium is rusty. Or is that language called Cyrillanegran? I can’t remember. I was really loaded back in school most of the time. Being loaded was worth extra credit in that language class, though, because a proper Russkie was teaching it. Not like shop class. That guy was completely unreasonable about holding a mixed drink in your left hand while you used the drill press with your right. I think he was just jealous that I still had a left hand. Anyway, I’ll take a stab at translating the audio for you:
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.
Yeesh. What is it about turning your “A”s upside down and your “R”s backwards that makes everyone into the Road Warrior? I’ve never seen so many accidents where everyone is at fault. The person crashing, the person they’re crashing into, the person that’s recording it — everyone’s always up to something in Russia. …