Everyone around me thinks I am insane. You see in this part of Canada everyone is very 'grey'. They buy the same ugly cookie-cutter, treeless-lot tract houses, they wear the same clothes. They pretty much think the same way.
Honest to god, we might as well be in the old DDR for all the good people make of the immense freedoms we still enjoy (sorry off on a tangent here)....
Everyone drives a Toyota Yaris, a Honda Civic, an F-150 or a Dodge Ram 4 x4. Or an old Ford Fusion that hasn't been washed in six months.
At least there used to be the local guy who drove a Citroen DS every day, to make me feel less of an oddity. (He even used to tow a trailer to the topsoil place to get his gardening soil, with the DS. That's commitment.)
But I haven't seen the DS for a year. So here I am left to wander West Quebec in my w123s, like some sort of itinerant priest for an obscure, osolete eastern religion. When I visit a shop (as infrequently as I can manage) I can almost here an audible chorus of sighs from inside the bays: "Oh *****, HIM again."
Yeah, I guess I'm obsessed
