Hello from BAH-HAH!
Yesterday on the desolate Vizcaino - Bahia Tortugas road I saw a car off onto the shoulder with a Mexican man (senior) standing alongside.
A Mexican car that had passed me awhile back whizzed by him doing 80. Full of young people. I stopped and gave the man a 30 mile ride to a gas station.
He was my age. His car was newer than mine and he had forgotten his wife had used the car and took off on a 75 mile journey without checking the gas gauge first.
I've only traveled, worked and retired here for 51 years. I drive through Sinaloa have a family in tierra caliente Michoacan, and today drive the full length of Tijuana.
Try this on for size: The last people in the world I would ever want to meet down here would be those whom say "I would never go there". What a perfect way to screw up an otherwise perfectly nice day.
I can peruse the internet and scare myself to death with phantom, ailments, spontaneously combustion, food additives, runaway big rig accidents, the spectre of nuclear war wth Vladamir Puta, Seven foot cops with truncheons in LA, bad doctors, oh the list is endless.
But I don't
I've got better things to do. Sorry.
But a couple dozen years ago I had an F4 tornado chase me, 20-miles east of Topeka. It wasn't funny. Seven people died according to the motel desk clerk. The tornado was within three miles southwest of me. People were honking their horn and flashing their lights. Too much rain could not speed. Wonderful feeling a person gets from doing that. Helpless. I'll travel there again if the route takes me.