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Apr. 15, 2021 11:13 PM
Recently I succumbed to a mid-life crisis and purchased the Israeli equivalent of a middle-aged man’s sportscar: a jeep. There’s nowhere to drive very fast in this country anyway, and I’d feel ridiculous at the wheel of a little red convertible. But there’s something very therapeutic about off-road driving, where the main objective is to use the accelerator sparingly, go slow and enjoy the scenery.
Whenever you change your regular mode of transport, say from private car to public transport, or taxis to a bicycle, you discover a new layer of your city you were barely aware of before. And you acquire new sensibilities and sympathies. That’s doubly true when you leave the asphalt for rutted dirt-tracks.