People say driving in Japan is hectic. OK, I agree.
I used to have a car. I used to get locked into James Jones-style traffic jams ("From Here to Eternity"). I used to get elbowed to the shoulder by monster trucks. I use to get cut off by faith-riding motorbikes, scooters, and even bicyclists, the faith part being that they simply believed I would not hit them — so they crossed straight in front.
I used to struggle with communication with Japanese drivers, and ended up relying on gestures, especially one particular gesture. (And it communicated!)
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