Probaditas de Morelia

Just as we passed the top of the tiny hill the taxi driver turned off the engine. We coasted for a minute or so and slowly rolled to a stop at the next traffic light. That's odd, I thought.

He did it again as we were turning the corner close to my final destination. No hill this time. He just decided we had enough velocity to roll for a while. Turns out it we didn't. The engine belched a note of disapproval as he performed an ungraceful, rolling restart.

I'm still not sure if he was trying to save gas or just spice up his day but I it amused me nonetheless.