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This article focuses on the driving experience of the author and his friend in Mexico. They had been on a ten-day trip around the U.S., and Mexico looked like a tempting detour, so they got the required entry papers from a Texas notary who could barely type and headed south. They had a few hundred dollars between them and a hickory sledgehammer handle by the driver's seat in case they had to defend themselves. They were going to Mexico at the height of the cocaine boom in the 1980s, and the author now realize how ludicrous that idea was.