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Originally Posted by Perna
My husband learned to drive from his father in Japan, when he was about 14, 1956/57ish; almost caused an international incident. There was this oncoming oxcart and my husband kind of panicked. . . his father had to jump into his lap and take over at the last minute.
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Many bad memories for driving in Japan. Hairpin corners with mirror. Narrow roads. Bad bad bad, time.
And someone should tell them that they're driving on the wrong side of the road.
