Brown Man, White 4WD
Brown Man, White 4WD In the mid‑eighties, Abu Dhabi had its own quiet rules, including who was “allowed” to drive a 4WD. On a routine work trip from Dubai, a borrowed Nissan Patrol gave one young fellow a chance to test that rule, and discover how small rebellions can linger in memory. Denzil Jayasinghe 3 min read · 2 hours ago T his is a slightly odd story to tell. When the Trucial States came together as the United Arab Emirates, the maps were redrawn, flags were hoisted, and in the banks we drew charts to match. Each emirate suddenly had its own importance, and head office had neat reporting lines to Sharjah and Abu Dhabi. It all looked very orderly on paper — the sort of thing that reassures auditors and confuses everyone else Abu Dhabi, the setting of this story, however, had its own rules, its own police, and a quiet confidence that felt no need to explain either. In the mid‑eighties, the Dubai branch sent me up there for a few days. I met Peter Butler, the operations manag...