The End of an Era

No, it's not the end of the world, but it is the end of an era.
My tenure as a daily driver of a GMC Safari has ended after something over 24 years and 465,000 miles. I'm afraid the 2001 has finally given up her duties as my daily ride, making way for a new Acadia which started life with me at a mere 34 miles on the digital odometer.

It's going to take some time to get used to what's where and how that bloody touchscreen is supposed to be convenient when I can't look to see what I'm touching, but I'm sure it's all for the best.

RIP, dear friend.

Oh, Canada?!

What has happened to the Canada we've known for so long?

Driving the 402, 401, 403, and QEW was - I'm sad to report - little different from driving on I-94 or I-696.
Merging didn't happen with the expected politeness. Drivers (with Ontario plates!) passed on the right at speeds well in excess of 120 (in the 100 km/h zones).

At least our experiences in Niagara Falls and Hamilton (apart from the final score) were excellent as always. Walking is different from driving, I suppose. Perhaps it's true, as we read on an overpass, that the 100 km/h limit constitutes abuse. As large and spread out as that country is, that anonymous graffitist may have a point.