If you have ever ridden the Coney Island Cyclone, or any other ancient, rattling wooden roller coaster, then you have driven in St. Thomas. Every time I get in the car, I feel I should secure the lap bar and make sure my arms and legs are safely inside. My Montero Sport/looming metal beast even makes the unmistakable tick tick tick of a coaster car heading for the apex on every hill it climbs.
What’s worse is that the condition of the roads:
Met with the condition of my car:
…make for an interesting, and possibly life-threatening, adventure every time I start the engine.
And so the adventure doesn’t get too boring, things like
this: …and this:
are thrown into the daily mix. Regardless, there are still laws here that all drivers must follow. Stay in the left lane, buckle up, don’t text/talk and drive, and always ask your bartender for a to-go cup.