Crazy Cabs

Well I don't know if you know or not, but cabs in China are CRAZY. I usually sit behind the driver seat so I can't see anything because if I do I make a bunch of gasping noises "AHHH, Watch out!, Yikes, Huh". Jake always tries to tell me that it is alright because we go really slow (15-25 mph) and they know what they are doing. Honestly...no one follows any traffic rules here. They will pull into oncoming traffic, and cut in front of everyone. Once we were headed for a cement wall, a bus head on, you get the idea. Well we were going on a little outing last Saturday and we were driving along, driving along and all of a sudden the cab driver, who was actually driving a lot faster than normal, slams on his breaks and skids to a stop. We were about 1 centimeter from the cab in front of us and beside us. I could feel my adrenaline start pumping, and our cab driver was screaming out his window at the other drivers for about a block. Jake asked if I was alright and I just nodded, knowing that if I said anything I would start crying. We finally made it and found a really cool mall with Papa Johns pizza and Dairy Queen blizzards. The person I felt sorry for was Jake, because he almost had me convinced that cabs were safe and that they know what they are doing.