Commentary Canada is a magnificent country! But our land can also be treacherous because of its unforgiving weather, bad roads, and vast distances between villages, towns, and cities. I was born and raised a 10-hour drive from the closest next big city, Montreal. Ten hours of sinuous roads and, in winter, driving conditions that didn’t guarantee a safe destination. Accidents were common. In my old days of two-lane highways—often just country roads that would pass for highways with nary a rest stop along the way—safety came with solidarity. The solidarity of essential emergency services, the solidarity of fellow motorists, and the solidarity of our best friends, the guardians of the highways, our truckers. When deer wandered onto the roads, you blessed the opportunity to be driving behind a big rig. When the snow and ice were treacherous, you also blessed the opportunity to be driving behind a big rig. In …