A visit to Mexico

A visit to Mexico On the last curve John was yelling, “I’ve lost the brakes, I’ve lost the brakes!” We cruised through the intersection without hitting anything and began to slow on the flat ground. We pulled up at a bus stop on the edge of the central bus station, our wheels turned into the kerb to keep us there, and sat there, panting. An odd sight for the waiting passengers, pale-faced against their swarthy…