Category: driving me crazy
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Driving in Israel meets the belly card.
Driving to gan pickup last week, I officially became that person. The person who looks down for a split second and looks back up to realize you’re a microsecond from hitting the stopped car in front of you. The person who, despite braking, hits the car in front of you. I’ve been here nearly nine…
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Gasoline is a privilege.
Felt lucky as a I pumped my car with gas last night, with no wait, no lines, no odd-even rationing, and any gas station to choose from. The petrol shortage in New York and New Jersey following Hurricane Sandy is making me consider how it’s probably our future anyway if we don’t collectively do something…
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Some kind of ‘mom rite-of-passage.’
So… this happened. After picking up the kiddos, deciding to be spontaneous, bypass the way home, stop in Mevo Beitar to let the kids play in the way-better park, call up Koala’s lil bestie to come, split up an hour later to drive home, put the kids in their car seats, shut the doors, and…
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Driving the Future to a Better Place.
I think we late ’70s/early ’80s peeps grew up in an awesome time. As kids, we could still appreciate that the Future was far away enough to dream big, and as adults, we’re seeing it happen. Ok, fine, maybe every generation has that. But you can’t beat growing up in the ’80s. Last night, Better…
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This just made my aliyah.
I swear to the power that makes this universe run, this telephone conversation just happened (in Hebrew). Note: This was the first time in nearly 7 years of aliyah that I have ever used the word מעולה on the phone to someone in a feedback survey of their customer service experience. “Hi! I’m calling from…
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That pilot is me…
Scene: Sixt car dealership, Jerusalem. Sasson the excellent salesman is chatting away at my husband, with me listening as I inspect the silver Ford Focus in front of me. “So, what’s the difference between the Mazda 3 and Ford Focus?” “Go with the Focus, trust me. The time of the Mazda 3 reigning in Israel is…
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Rude awakening.
Ventured outside today for the first time since Bebe was born. I hated having to get in the car with my five-day-old daughter to drive into the center of Jerusalem and visit, of all places, Misrad Hapnim (ahem) (and here’s why). The idea of city-center air up her nostrils alone makes me sad. But really,…
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The consequence of being ‘that asshole.’
After six years of aliyah and three years with a car, I got my very first parking ticket in Israel… Not too bad.
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Nu, call already!
Saw this on my way in from the parking garage at Jerusalem’s Technology Park. G-g-ghosts? In Malcha? Really, really hoping it’s a company car.
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El-drunk!
We Eldan/אלדן customers (suckers?) have been getting צ’ופר-ed up the wazoo lately. It’s either time for renewal or the competition is striking. But this latest gift is enough to get drunk on (sweet!): I’m going to proudly display the wine at my Rosh Hashana table so everyone knows which car leasing company is the very…
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Radio scare tactics work.
If you’re an Israel driver who listens to the radio in the car – like me – you’ll have noticed about 246247856 times over that there are these commercials from the Ministry of Transportation. A guy is calmly describing nice and pleasant things that you may be thinking about at this moment, and then this…