September 8, 2008 - We're about halfway through the long, long drive to Sydney, NS.
My friend Trevor flew from Ottawa to Denver on Saturday and I picked him up at the airport after driving over the mountains to get there. We've been making good time, mostly because we know it's going to get slower as we hit the maritime provinces. We drove within about 45 minutes of Trevor's house this evening and kept going. Nobody said this all had to make sense. The border crossing was very easy, with no lineups and just a brief explanation.
At the moment, it looks like we might make it to Sydney a day early. That'll give me the chance to pull the car out of the trailer and make sure it's happy running at sea level.
I found out that Talk Like A Pirate Day falls in the middle of the Targa this year. I can just imagine the calls over the intercom from Janel:
"Hard to port, you scurvy dog!"
"Loose the anchors, bear to starboard then full sail! Arrrrr"
Okay, maybe not. Maybe I've been spending a bit too much time in the truck.
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