Here is a small hint:

6 hours of driving (if you count the hour stuck on the 402 about 5km from the border, sitting in construction with the engine turned off) and my butt still hurts. I don’t think my adorable little car is made for cross-country treks.

The tape on my speedometer worked great, though to be honest I could have gotten by just doing what I do anyway: driving the same speed as everyone else. ^_~