
I shifted into fifth gear, released the clutch, and pressed down on the accelerator. The speedometer climbed to 140 kilometers per hour as the never ending fields of northeastern Brazil raced past. Rounding the crest of a hill, my heart suddenly dropped. I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop mere feet from the lazy goat blocking the middle of the road. Everyone in the car released their breath and sank back into their seats. With an irritated glance in our direction, the bearded animal plodded forward and out of our path.