When I lived in Manhattan, I never drove. I walked and took the subway with the occasional ride in a yellow taxi or a black town car. That all changed when I established my primary residence in Virginia. Now I drive everywhere, including on Interstate 64 to the Richmond Airport so I can fly up to New York, Toronto and other places where I don't have to worry about being captured by dualing banjo-playing hillbillies who think I have "a reeee-al pur-dy mouth...."
When I first moved to the South, I got a real kick out of the State troopers. I found them to be pretty much just as they're portrayed on television and in the movies--close cropped haircuts, brimmed hats and, of course, mirrored sunglasses. In my third month living here, I got pulled over by a State trooper while taking my parents to the airport. My dad described our experience as "neat," considered it a highlight of his trip and still talks about it. I suppose I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been issued a $300 speeding ticket....
Maybe Canada should create its own corps of State troopers. Who patrols the Trans-Canada Highway? The RCMP? If you ask me, having a guy like this:
around would be sort of fun. I know my dad would like it!