Monday, April 18, 2005

Capitalism at it's best...

My mom and I made a quick run to Mexico this last weekend to do a little shopping. I live about an hour and half north of the border, so it's an easy turn around for some low priced stuff. Unless we're going farther south than Tijuana, we don't bother driving a car in - waiting in line at the border to get back over usually takes hours. So we park on the US side of the border and walk over, and then get through the line to walk back over to the US in about ten minutes. So I have no idea what was going on this last Saturday to make the line a mile long. People were standing in the walk-through line for over an hour and a half to get back over. This was totally unacceptable! It was hot, crowded, and smelling like Tijuana on a hot and crowded day - pretty gross. We had no choice but to get in the line, and as we're standing there, barely moving, people keep driving by towards the front of the line on these little tiny bicycles. They looked like very small children's two-wheelers with the training wheels removed. The first few that drove by just looked like college kids being funny - they were obviously too big to be riding these bikes. The next few that went by weren't even being ridden. The couple who had them were just pushing them up towards the front of the line. One woman, wearing a mini skirt and high-heeled sandals, pushed hers by us and the chain wasn't even on! Pretty soon people are walking by actually carrying their bikes. They were all headed towards the front of the line, and none of them were being turned back. My mom, who speaks Spanish, asked the guy behind us what it was all about. Apparently, there is a separate line at the border crossing for those on bicycles (I guess in case anyone is crazy enough to legitimately ride their bike into Tijuana). So a couple of enterprising young men will rent you a little bike on the Mexico side for 5 bucks, let you ride, push or carry the thing over the border, while their partners are on the other side to retrieve the bikes when you're done, and walk them back over the border! Why didn't I think of that?!

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