One of the things I love about this country is the dichotomy of old vs. new, traditional vs. modern. There is something wonderful about driving along the Chocolata and encountering Caponeras (bicycle-taxis), oxen, horses, and cars – all with the same general goal of transportation/work. I’d love to see a Bostonian take out his road rage on one of these oxen and see who comes out on top…
I need that rickshaw. Bad. (You know, for all the rain up here, plus it looks like it goes at Warp Factor AWESOME.)