And this guy was just driving it down the dirt road that leads to the modernized/Soviet-era marina where the ARC Baltic stopped in St. Petersburg, Russia, and the clubs where the well-heeled men and their massively high-heeled escorts spend mucho wads of cash until us “yachtsmen” emerged from our small-little sailboats to walk up to the non-remodeled Soviet-era “marina building” so we can use the toilets since we don’t want to pollute the pristine waters around St. Petersburg by pumping our waste overboard. See the excess is contagious! Now I’m starting to write more excessively than normal. And even the wifi (that only worked near the Soviet-era “security office” was excessive. The username was “More2” (in English, of course) and the password was “moremore.” I couldn’t make that up if I tried.
This video captures the Russian experience that I experienced better than words can describe. Million-dollar Bugatti man gets in a traffic jam with the Russian lady who works from 7am to 10pm driving her tractor around and picking up the trash. He backs out of the way so she can pass (she has utter disdain for him and his car) and then the ubiquitous wedding party cheers for the weathered Russian lady as she continues on her trash pick-up route.
Or maybe this video captures the essence of excessive Russia. The helicopters simply landed and took off from the field next to the dirt road all day long.
Or maybe this Lada does it. It’s “parked” just outside the marina.