Puffy Wet Lips

There's this guy who lives across the street from usone should be able to drive a VW, but he does
who we have renamed Wet Lips. When we are in aanyway. My wife knows when he is coming long
really lighthearted mood, we refer to him as Puffybefore he turns off the main road and onto our
Wet Lips. This gomer is in his late 60's to early 70'street. Then he cuts the wheels suddenly to the left
and has a body like Mr. McGoo and lips like Angelinain directly front of our window and doesn't so much
Jolie's. I mean they are two huge puffy red anddrive into the parking space as flies into it as though
unnatural things that look like a pair of slugs. I keepshot out of a rocket launcher. Then, he backs up.
waiting for them to take off in a race around his littleThen he goes forward. Then he backs up. Then he
head at any moment. Actually, he looks more likegoes forward. Then he backs up. Then he goes
that toady little man with the horned-rimmed glassesforward. He does this exactly five times. And, each
and freaky, scratchy voice who used to be ontime he backs up, he comes within inches of our
LateNight with David Letterman and whose name Ibedroom window and fills our house with carbon
can never remember. Anyway, Wet Lips drives thismonoxide. Once he is Obsessively- Compulsively
ancient VW Bug on which he has to rebuild thesatisfied that the car is snugly into his slot, then he
engine each Saturday. I think it had to be one of thehammers down on the accelerator while foraging
very first Volkswagens Bugs every built. Somehow,about for one of those red-barred things that lock
he got it into Mexico after taking it from Hitler rightthe steering wheel up so no one will steal his machine
after the war or something like that. Wet Lips keepsof asphyxiating death. (As if someone would want his
running this "car" when he should show somebomb that belches foul-smelling blue smoke!) All the
humanitarian kindness and have it put down. Wet Lipswhile, Larry Lead-Foot is hammered down on the gas
drives this car endlessly, relentlessly, and stupidly. Wepedal and we, well, we start walking all wobbly, start
live on the end of a dead-end street and "Puffy," asfalling down a lot, and begin seeing things that are
we are wont to call him, comes in and out of his littlenot there. I have got to suppress the urge to go
cochera (carport) dozens upon dozens of times aoutside, drag him from his car, and hold his mouth
day. The man is a maniac. No one has to use a carover the exhaust pipe and screech like a madman,
that often anywhere or for anything that many"How's that tasting for you, Puffy?" I truly do not
times a day. But, he evidently has many places to goget what possessed Mexicans in this town to get
and many people to see each day. When he makescars in such environmental-destroying abundance.
his frequent trips, we always know it because heThose who have cars, and sometimes more than
parks the Blue Beetle right in front of our bedroomone, are beginning to have the same obesity
window. Here is how the man parks his car. His littleproblems that Americans, Canadians and now many
carport is exactly three meters in front of ourEuropeans are suffering. They will get into a car to
bedroom window. We know this distance for a factdrive two hundred yards all in the name of "Car
because one time, last summer, someone tried toOwnership Convenience" when they could walk! So
blow up a taxi across from our window by setting itbadly is car ownership coveted that the payoff for
on fire and that's what motivated us to takehaving a car far outweighs affording their kids clean
scientific measurements. The flaming taxi was rightair and a healthier body by walking rather than
next to Wet Lips' car. Nothing happened to the VWmotoring. That is a mystery to me!
(unfortunately) but the cab was toast. So, hereDoug Bower is the author of "A Walk Through
comes Wet Lips tearing up the street at speeds noMexico's Crown Jewel: A Guanajuato Travelogue.