JOHAN CRUYFF was riding along.
The driver intended to go up Pennsylvania Avenue and turn right on Wisconsin to deliever the famous soccer player to WDVM-TV for a chat with Glenn Brenner on the 6 o'clock sports.
"Turn here," Cruyff said.
But, Johan, Wisconsin is four or five blocks ahead and that's the place to turn and . . .
"Here," Cruyff said quickly. The way he said it, his tone brooking no dispute, told you he knew what he was talking about. It's the tone you want from you brain surgeon.
But, Johan, how can you know your way around? You have been in Washington only a week since signing that $1.5 million contract with the Diplomats. This town is full of drivers who have been lost for years. Just because you are the Pele of the Potomac doesn't mean you can back-seat drive after a week.
"Too many stop signs up there," Cruyff said, dismissing the driver's reluctance to try uncharted routes through the labyrinthine footpaths that Georgetown calls streets. "I don't like stop signs. Stop signs are a waste of time. Here. Turn here."
And so the car turned on 29th Street and zigged and zagged whenever Cruyff said to zig or zag. And it came out on Wisconsin Avenue at a point where there was -- voila! -- no traffic. Cruyff knew it all along. He nodded back down a hill toward cars snarled in rush-hour anxiety at those rat maze stop signs.
"Better this way, yes?" Cruyff said.
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