People seem to enjoy driving here in Montreal (refer to here . Indeed, many of my friends also drive here in Montreal and a few of them are some of the nicest people you'll ever meet. My friend Wilbur for example will not scream at an ant that just crawled onto his last potato chip nor scream at you if you insulted his accent. He's probably one of the most gentle guys you'll ever meet. But behind the wheel of his 96 civic coupe, his demeanor and character suddenly goes through a drastic Jekyll/Hyde metamorphosis. I usually then fear for my life as I sit in the passenger seat next to the driver and dig my nails into the dash in front of me or in the ceiling above me as Wilbur the rally driver, imagines himself to be on the set of Fast and the Furious:montreal edition. Of course, might I add the fact that he will curse at every single person on the road in cantonese. The other day, a dark blue Altima cut him off and suddenly, Wilbur spews out a not so nice name in cantonese.... basically translating into an illegitimate son and I was like "WILBUR!!! THATS NOT NICE!" (Note: Yes, that sounds a lil' wussy but it just sounds weird when Wilbur curses if you know the guy and besides, it isn't nice to curse... yes...) So I don't know if it's the fact that he feels that he has power behind the wheel of a car or is it the fact that he has built up aggression that can be only taken out on the road. Or its the adrenaline rush that he gets from being inside a metal container travelling at high velocities that could perhaps crush him.

Basically, I almost pee in my pants everytime I get into his car. Fear the soft spoken man... because they might end up taking you on a ride that could be your last. That includes playing chicken with a 4 tonne Snow plow on the way to Pho Bang.