continued "Have you had any problems from route and sitio drivers?" I ask as we cruise through one of the traffic circles in the Zona Rio. The smile in the rearview disappears.
"Muchas," he answers. "For a while it happened daily, especially over here near la línea. The yellow taxi drivers would yell at me and hit my car. Once they hit my windshield with a baseball bat. But it's been calm for the last month or so."
When we arrive at the border, Lemos turns over his shoulder and says, "Twenty pesos." That's $2, which is four bucks cheaper than the yellow cab driver charged me for the reverse trip.