You know, in all of my long travels on the highways here I've noticed an interesting phenomena.
It seems like cars travel in packs. Like running packs of dogs. I always tend to remain between two packs, one ahead, one behind.
They all seem to chase each other. Pass each other. Stay too close to each other as if sniffing the asses of those ahead, like dogs tend to do.
Some even chase their own tails as they spin out in bad weather (saw this happen on the way to see my daughter, while on the 401 in bad weather).
Many times I find myself catching up to a certain pack of (dogs) cars as they rush up to a stop light on Highway 7, then have to hit their breaks. Last time I could not resist but yell at them. Something like: Woohooo! You got ahead of one car! Congratulations! Dumb f****k. But I guess they never hear me as they continue to chase the dogs ahead of them and try to pass them.
And in Quebec it is indeed insane, as every driver tries to pass the one ahead. Even if it is a cop car! In fact, there were to guys in a car, father and son... the father kept telling the son to.. passe, passe! Meaning.. .pass him! Pass him! But the son would yell back, saying.. but Dad! It's a cop! And the father would yell back: But he's not chasing us! Pass him! Pass him!
What insanity eh? But sometimes makes for a good laugh.
Here I am after a long hot slow summer. Starting to cool off a little now but this heat still makes it hard to move around too much. Haven't blogged about ...
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