Avenida Nezahualcoytl, a Saturday night, 11 p.m., hours late to a gathering in Iztapaluca (which is so far on the fringes of the urban sprawl it doesn't have a Wiki entry, in either English or Spanish), and someone went and deflated the tires on the Escort. We sprung into high repair alert, and made it.
Car culture is strong in Neza. Everyone drives. Everyone knows basic auto mechanics. Everyone lends a hand to a motorist in need. Reminds me of home in a way. * But more on that later.
