Where Am I? A Road Warrior in Equestria

My name is Michael Pretorius, I'm 27 years old and i've always been more of a loner. Never had many i called 'friend', never was very close to anyone, always preferred to keep to myself and always was finding some new way of keeping a distance between me and everyone else. I never saw this a bad thing, frankly I enjoyed my privacy and I like silence. Peace and quiet was all i ever really wanted from life. Well, that and a V8. Oh my V8... My shining steel angel, my only true and reliable friend in the world. My adoration had stemmed from the Mad Max series, ever since i saw the first movie with Mel Gibson, i knew i needed something with a V8 engine. So I set myself to the task, taking years to assemble my masterpiece; my Magnum Opus: a 1973 Ford Falcon XB GT coupe with a Weison supercharger, modified V8 engine and side exhaust system, spoilers on the hood and boot, 8 pipe side exhaust system, nose cone, slanted headlight covers and topped off with a glossy black coat. 5 years it took me to finish that car, and quite the hefty amount of money, but it was all worth it in the end. At the time I had just graduated from community college, majoring in history and decided to take some time to myself to travel the United States starting from Washington- my current home state, but not my real home. My true home was my birth country of South Africa, my town was Krugersdorp. I don't remember much of it, having never travelled back since my family came to the states, but still I retained my accent. Not an aussie accent, but close enough- at that point along with an injury to my left knee from being hit by a car ( bloody Indians.. can't speak English or drive ) I was already halfway finished, so I bought the full 1981 Mad Max Road Warrior outfit, boots, jacket, trousers and all, constructed my own electrically powered knee brace; for aided movement, and set out where the road would take me. I hadn't been travelling for long, having only made it down to the coast of Southern California when i realized despite my modifications to the engine for a better fuel economy, gas was becoming a problem. Not in terms of price, more so in availability. So after much internet browsing on my cracked and dented smartphone, i came across a machine shop in L.A. which could install two petrol tanks in the back of my car for a fair price. Not much to my surprise, there was a gun store just down the way from the machine shop, it was L.A. after all. Having time to kill, i walked in and immediately was enamored with several pieces in the collection. Specifically the old Russian SKS, the Smith and Wesson 19 and Browning BDM with wooden grips. So one week and several thousand dollars later, i was again away- my car complete, my tanks full and my guns with ammo stored in the back. Little did i know as i drove into the desert of the odd turn my life would take.. and the lesson I would learn on how to be Human, from creatures somewhat inhuman themselves .