One Mile Per Hour

After my short trip to Canada I am back in the US. Besides the beautiful views, I have discovered something very important when I tried to cross the border back to the US. I found the definition of one mile per hour.

Crossing the border on a Saturday is not a smart idea. Many people try to cross the border at this time, and the little investigation with the CBP officer takes a while, so there is a long line of cars waiting to cross. I had to stand for an hour in a mile-long line. That's how I found out the definition of one mile per hour.

Now I'm in the US again, measuring speeds in miles per hour, like my car does. Actually, it feels much better.

Nadav

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Oh Canada

After visiting the US, I have arrived at Canada. After quite an investigation I was let in the country just to find out one simple truth about its roads: they are exactly the same as in the US.

Same traffic laws, same markings, all the same. The only two noticeable differences are the traffic lights which are horizontal for some weird reason and the measurements are done in the metric system.

Since I come from a place that uses the metric system, Canada should be great for me. However, it turns out that even with higher numbers, speed limits are lower in this northern country.

Next week I'll go back to the US, the land of the inch and the home of the mile.

Nadav

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