So much of what I see is strange. Cars driving on the right-hand side of the road, of course. There are no trailers, just large motorhomes called Winnebago and CanaDream. The speed limit signs are square and don’t have a red circle. The words SPEED LIMIT are actually written on them. What is the reason for that? Do North Americans need exact instructions like I do when I’m working at Troy’s car wash and a customer wants detailing? And I am on the driver’s side! There should be a steering wheel in my hands! That wouldn’t be wise. During my first lesson with Justine last year, in the empty car park at the rear of Brookfair Shopping Center, I ran into three trolleys and a traffic island. No lie. Justine said one lesson per year was more than enough. With all this new information surrounding me, I would be quite anxious if this were a normal day. This isn’t a normal day—this is the start of our big adventure. Ogopogo’s home is our first destination. Thinking about what might happen over the next two days makes the strangeness of the highway shrink until it’s only mildly annoying, like a mosquito buzzing around my head.
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