It was in the beginning of September 2009. With a friend, we were leaving Winnipeg, heading West. We walked on Portage Avenue, until we got at the limit of the city. We dropped our bags, and lifted out thumbs. A couple of minutes after, I see a car approaching, really slowly. But even if that car was going slowly, it was zigzagging. I had the feeling that it would stop, but this time, I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not.