All the rage in Caracas. I like this shot, it reminds me of someone sneaking a glance at something that they shouldn't.
Today I did something that I swore years ago that I would never do. I took a moto-taxi through the streets of Caracas trying to beat the traffic in order to get someplace quickly and meet a deadline. For those that are unfamiliar with this mode of travel; one sits on the back of a small motorcycle, sometimes even wearing a cheap helmet, and the driver weaves his way at breakneck speed between the slower cars and trucks. If you think this sounds stupidly dangerous, you're getting the idea.
The moto-taxi "lane splits", or in other words rides between the lanes in order to by-pass traffic. For those that are familiar with Latin America you know that there really are no lanes per se. I sat on the back as the teenage driver decided to show me his latest Moto-GP skills, ripping past cars, diving in front of trucks, and running red lights. (If my mother is reading this…. it was someone else, not me). I came out of the adventure unscathed, but a bit disappointed that I would allow myself to take such stupid chances. One of the people on the trip remarked that it was a lot of fun to ride like that. I couldn't help but think of the crass joke that compares motorcycles to prostitutes; both fun to ride, but neither necessarily a good idea.