Graz, The Video Game

Sometimes when I’m driving around town with my wife, I feel like I’m in some Old World video game, with tiny, evil Peugeots and VW Golfs darting out from impossibly narrow sidestreets and indominable grandmas on bicycles daring me to turn right.

My wife drives like Mario Andretti on amphetamines and Scotch, so it’s always interesting travelling with her. Throw in narrow curvy streets lined with tall buildings, hidden driveways, lack of signage, not to mention other drivers hellbent on getting home for the first showing of Quiz Taxi, and it’s positively breathtaking.

The Inner Stadt is a scary place for this American driver. One thing I have learned, though, is to let the guy on my right, no matter who gets to the intersection first, go through before me. He’s going to try anyway, ’cause he’s got this weird idea that I know what I’m doing. I don’t. Yet.

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