Know Thine Enemy . . .

Not a sign you usually see at the subway line, but this is at the entrance to the brand-new Gautrain ststion at Rosebank in Johannesburrg . . .

A South African pal who went to buy a super snazzy two-seater sports car. Problem: He didn't have a driver's license. That's no problem, said the salesman, who didn't want to lose a nice commission. So, he sent him to see someone at the traffic department, who sorted it all out for a small fee. Result: A spiffy new license and a spiffy new car. All's well that ends well, right? Nearly, but a few month later, my pal was caught in a speed track. His false license spotted, he was fined and made to sit a driving test. His car sat impatiently in his garage . . .