But once started I was diligent to the utmost. That being said, you can see how it took me most of one summer to finally find this fabled hot spot, supposedly known by every cab driver in Tiajuana, Mexico, though they could never seem to find it either, and ended up dropping me off at the bar paying them the most at the time after running you around town to build up their fare, of course. However it did make the search, as well as other things possible, and it was cheaper than taxis by a long shot, and a hell of a lot less likely to be stolen either. The driver, who I later learned was an Ensign from a rich family, just dying to get it on and show the cute blond in the car with him, just what he was made of. It was just what the Admiral ordered for that pompous young Ensign, and he floored it as the light turned green.