For just a moment, I thought I was back in Germany.
OK, there was still a speed limit on the 401.
But I was heading eastbound the week before last, just west of Napanee. The signs indicated the right lane was being closed for construction - memo to the Ministry of Transportation, the ONLY time the right lane should EVER be closed, and even then it should be the passing lane that gets closed and the driving lane diverted to the left.
Hey - we do have a new Minister of Tranportation! Hope springs eternal.
But I digress...
In any event, about a full kilometer before the actual construction, everybody had aligned themselves in the soon-to-be-only lane, just as proper, tidy and polite as those Germans.
We - they - didn't even need the transport truckers doing their staggered 'line up or we crush you' routine.
It was so nice!
Then, just as I got to the start of the construction, there was a fairly new black Corolla, zooming up the remnants of the right lane and butting in at the very last minute, a couple of cars ahead of me.
Seriously, man (and I could see it was a man, but I didn't catch the plate number) - would you do that in a grocery store check-out line, or a movie theatre ticket line?
So why do it on the highway?
I've always thought if we had to post our name and photo on the roof of our car - eliminating the anonymity that cars give us - our behaviour would improve.
Michael Jackson sang, "One Bad Apple Don't Spoil the Whole Bunch".
But just as my faith in Canadian drivers was being reaffirmed...