Living in the country has its advantages not the least of which is driving along in your own world then suddenly being yanked into an open-mouth, “What was that?” Motoring is usually a bucolic activity punctuated by road construction, the occasional lumpy big-wheeled piece of farm equipment, wiry cyclists trying to out-pedal commuter traffic and red-tailed hawks floating on the updrafts over farmers’ fields.   At the corner of Davis Drive and Woodbine Avenue in Newmarket, I cruised to a stop behind one of those behemoth trucks, all shiny and black, with those fat-ass double rear tires, huge mud flaps, a pair of whip antennas and nary a speck of dirt. Hanging from the baseball-sized trailer hitch were an impressive pair of … men’s nether parts…cojones. Yup, a…

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