One of my favorite stories about driving in Greece is a tale about a Greek taxi driver being cut off by a well to do Athenian matron driving a BMW sports car. The taxi driver incensed by this unprovoked assault on his manhood immediately speeds up and pulls up beside the shiny sports car waiting at a light. He sticks his head out and yells "Hey Kiria (Mrs.) Katina," a sobriquet reserved for any Greek female, regardless of driving expertise, with the temerity to drive a car in what should be a man's world. "Why don't you go home and wash some dishes? The lady, late for an important appointment in Kolonaki, slides her Gucci sunglasses slightly down her nose, glares over the rims, and without hesitation replies: "Because I have an (expletive deleted) husband like you who washes them for me" just as the light turns green and she sails away. Now I don't know if that every really happened, but it certainly sounded something like a few Greek ladies I know would say, including my wife.
Despite my reluctance to rock my boat or upset the Greek women in my life, I have to confess: in a country known for incredibly bad drivers, Greek women drivers really excel at bad driving. Some are veritable virtuosos. This hypothesis is based only on my own personal anecdotal evidence. Nevertheless, I would venture to say that there may be more than a few courageous readers out there, who having driven in Hellas, might timidly agree. I am sure by this point, folks are rushing to type all manner of scathing comments, insulting not only my intelligence and ancestry but my very sanity. Accept my humble apologies, however, before you press the send button, stop, think again and watch these videos.
Ladies and Gentleman of the jury, the video camera does not lie (even though we of the male species have been known to do so, in extremis only, of course).