A reader of ours takes a little trip down Memory Lane:

Dear Mr. Nordlinger,
You’ve made me recall one of my mother’s funnier moments. My family lived in Riyadh for six years. Like most families, we had a driver at our disposal. My dad traveled quite a bit with his job, and the driver would usually ferry him to and from the airport.
One particular flight was arriving back to Riyadh very late, and our driver was at home with his family. Instead of making my father take a taxi, my mom dressed herself in traditional Saudi male garb: thobe, ghutra, igal. She wrapped the ghutra around her face, and off we all set to pick up my dad from the airport.
My mom was terrified of being stopped, of course, but she had a great time doing it, and my dad got a kick out of it as well.

You know what Manal al-Sharif said, when explaining why she dared to drive, that once, in her homeland? “I thought I should know how, in case of emergency.”