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.
That’s President Gurbanguly Mälikgulyýewiç Berdimuhamedow to you, pal. Old Deerslayer Eyechart here is the President of Turkmenistan. He’s a badass. If you don’t believe he’s a badass, just ask him, and he’ll tell you. Clap, clap, clap.
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. …
Not Slavic enough for my tastes. If they were squatting in a bombed out parking lot while wearing identical Adidas track suits, then I might be able to take them seriously. They have the hairdos down, but everything else needs work. No one is clutching a bottle of 100-proof vodak. They don’t even appear to have a 40oz handy.