Women don't drive in Saudi Arabia. They don't ride in cars with anyone other than a relative. Only their eyes are exposed in public. Shortly before the Aramco shuttle (an all first class seat Boeing 747 that travelled between Houston and Dammam) landed in Dammam, all the woman disappeared. One minute a bunch of gals in jeans are scurrying for the bathrooms and the next the plane is filled with black robed bodies bobbing up the aisles, women peeking through the eye slits in their outfits trying to locate their seats before landing.
The exception to the rule was the Aramco compound. By the grace of God and Bill Keller's dad, wives of American workers were allowed to drive. Alone, no less. This led to awkward moments with Aramco security since the Saudi security guards could not talk to the American women drivers when they were apprehended for speeding. They'd send the wife on her way, then the husband would have to come down to the police station and apologize to the police for the wife's bad behavior and promise it would never happen again.
