“Where do you two plan to visit?” asks the
Canadian border guard. She’s friendlier than the US immigration patrol we
cleared in Detroit airport an hour ago. She only has two guns in clear view.
“Essex,” I reply. Only 20 miles down the road.
“Oh, it’s nice there,” she smiles. “That all?”
“And then Essex,” deadpans photographer Daniel from the
passenger seat. “Followed by Essex, Essex, and Essex.”
The officer fixes us with an icy stare.
Words: Sam Philip
Photos: Daniel Byrne
This feature was originally published in the May issue of Top Gear magazine