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Buying a Japanese Car

It took about five minutes at the Japanese car dealer for my dreams of buying a Japanese car to go screeching off the road and crash flaming into a tree. But let’s back up a second, because in America, Ken Seeroi was a born legend when it came to fast cars and slow women. With...
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How Americans get Shot by the Police

It’s a funny feeling, being surrounded by a gang of cops, what with the yelling and pointing of guns and all. My first thought was, being shot to death on vacation’s gonna suck. It’d started off well enough. Hidemi and I had breezed in from Haneda two days before. She’d wanted to go to California,...
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Four New Rules for Running in Japan

Japan’s a reasonably good place to head out for a little exercise, assuming you’re into that sort of thing. I personally enjoy indulging in “the fitness” myself, as I’ve found that it burns off potato chips while simultaneously making beer taste all that much better afterwards. So that’s a win-win. At the same time, I...
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One Very Small Japanese Motorcycle

Why is everything in Japan is so freaking small?  I really don’t get it.  Like, they say Japanese people are short, but they’re really not.  Sure, there’s some grannies who could pass as Seven Dwarf number eight, but there’s also plenty of folks around my height, and I’m six foot.  Although I do wear a...
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Getting a Japanese Scooter License

So I finally got a Japanese driver’s license, which anyone who lives here for more than six months should really get.  Well, okay, so I got a scooter license.  Contrary to popular belief, this does not automatically make me gay.  Astride my Japanese moped, I’m easily as macho as that construction worker from The Village...
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