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Driving Saskatchewandererer Style (Episode 1)

 Tips from an old man.

1 - Scrape the frigging frost off your windows! All of it. There is nothing more unnerving than meeting a vehicle with one little clear space the size of a soccer ball in front of the driver.


2 - Semi's will either drive much slower or incredibly faster than you. One of you will be delayed.


3 - You do not know how to really drive unless you can drive a standard shift. If you don't know how to shift gears and burn clutch I will teach you. (For a small fee.)


4 - Slow down on gravel roads, unless you like the ditch. Also slow down and pull over when you are meeting someone. Windshields are expensive.


5 - You need a 4x4 truck if you live in the country and have to deal with the road conditions and isolation through every season. You don't need a truck if you live in a city and your miles are mainly back and forth to Superstore. Also, nothing says "dickless" more than jacking your F-150 up so high that it almost rolls at every corner.


6 - And finally.

The country wave is a real thing but remember your form.

A full hand is good.

A thumbs up is kinky.

A peace sign is OK. (They call you woke behind your back so you are not changing any minds.)

A reverse peace sign could be a disaster. (Especially if the Bubba you are meeting watches British TV shows.)

Watch your form. 


In episode 2 we will cover "truck nuts" and "FK Trudeau" flags. (Don't do it. Unless you really have the hots for the P.M.)

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