I attended a wedding some years ago in Buffalo, NY. I'd paired up with my friend PW to go see "Hoss" and Heidi get hitched up. We were in a sporting car with a strong turbo. The roads sucked through NY. NY was going through another budget crisis, and decided not to plow. To my chagrin, we turned a house-cat that was crossing the road into soap. I don't know what the cat was doing out there, but he or she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I still feel bad about it. We decided to come back through Canada. At least they still plow the Trans-Canada, and the house cats have the good sense to stay abed at night. We were cooking along on the high side of 90 mph somewhere east of Toronto but not quite to Ottawa. A clapped-out Lada (A Russian air-cooled Fiat copy) with Quebec plates blew by us as if were standing still. PW's jaw dropped. "They can't do that!" Quebec drivers are special, and have a unique relationship with God. Everyone else best stand aside.